I am a coin of one rupee
born in the year 1970.
But very sad to say ,
I can't celebrate my birthday.
Because I don't have any birth certificate
so, nobody knows the exact date.
The year is only known to me
as it's engraved on my body.
After I was born I was kept in a locker
along with my other brothers and sisters
Then, one day a shopkeeper involved me in a transaction
As a balance amount, to a mother I was given.
The mother's boy wasn't fascinated by my cute body
Without hesitation, he parted me
for the purchase of a Cadbury.
Don't be amazed .
In the year 1985
my value was similar to present day Rs. 25
Now let me tell you an interesting story
of how I performed the job of ten rupees.
One day two friends were going to sell 20 berries.
Only one of them had money
which was ofcourse I.
During the journey my possessor
was mad with hunger.
He ate two berries
by paying his friend one rupee.
The other friend also became hungry
he repaid his friend one rupee
for eating two berries.
Like this two friends who were very hungry
ate all berries
and I performed the job of ten rupees.
Nowadays hardly a toffee's worth is my valuation
and due to fast depreciation
I am becoming of no use.
To accept me even beggars often refuse!
Soon approaching time of my elimanation
I shall be driven out of circulation
and become a history for future generation
when hundred rupees note will be
the lowest denomination.
Hi! You know who I am
Everything in town I can buy
Parents slog to earn me
While children love to waste me.
Possessing me lights up every face
I am mighty; not soft as lace
You carry me with you everywhere
Like a child carries his Teddy bear.
Some call me the brother of poverty
Others say I lead to so much greed
Few say I'm the cause of false deeds
I'm sometimes called the mother of necessities.
Everybody wants me more and more
Oh so much me they adore
I'm just longing to hear someone say,
"Hey, just go away"!
I was born in mines. My body is made of various metals. Thus I have no fixed race. I am a hybrid. I remember the day when I was put into a furnace. The whole of my body was burning red hot. Finally, I remember vaguely to have melted. I was put into mould and given a new shape. When I regained consciousness, I found that I had completely changed. My body was shining brightly. When I had put on my new shape, beautiful designs were put upon both sides of me. I began to smile with joy. After the pains of fires, I had become a personage with some status. I remained at the mint for a few days with a number of brothers and sisters. We were lending a happy life full of golden dreams about our future lives and careers. It was a red letter day in the history of my life, when I was put into a huge bag along with all my brothers and sisters and placed in a bus. We knew we would see the light of the day. Our grand careers were going to commence. We were on the threshold on a new life. Of course, for some time it was suffocating. But we did not mind. We knew our troubles were short lived and would come to an end very soon. We therefore suffered patiently ‘the mild yoke of God’. We were taken down at a majestic building. My friends told me we had reached ‘The State Bank’. I heaved a sigh of relief but my troubles were yet not over. I was closed in a safe. It was rigorous imprisonment. It was rumored that armed constabulary guarded the doors of our prison. We were sad at heart. We had run from frying pan to the fire. All our hopes were on the point of being shuttered. We prayed to god and one day he did listen to our prayers. A gentleman came to my rescue. He took me and some of my brother home and put me in a chest. The next day he gave me to his child, who was very pleased to see my glittering appearance. I was also glad to have obtained this young friend. I had thought that I shall get an opportunity of enjoying the company of my friend for a long time. But alas! He...
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