God's Coin Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The journey is too long,
He is travelling with no luggage,
His legs are enough strong,
His hands are free, no baggage,
But in his heart is a currency,
Acceptable all over the universe,
Capable of facing any emergency,
Nothing for him is now adverse,
The smallest coin with your name,
On the other side image of a heart,
Purchased health and wealth and fame
Trade offer of your best fine art,
A beautiful Eve for the traveler,
The journey now a pleasure, in fact,
Nobody had enough change to return,
Your smallest coin is still intact!