Money Isnot Honey Poem by varkey veliyath kauthukapark

Money can shine
like a restless flame.
At first
it promises power,
comfort,
and a name in the world.
But like fire
it can also burn—
leaving behind
ashes of pride
and shadows of regret.
Many chase it
as if it were
the crown of life.
Kings seek it,
queens plan for it,
and nations
build their dreams upon it.
Yet in the quiet heart
another truth whispers:
Money may glitter
like gold in the sun,
but it cannot taste
as sweet as honey.
For the true wealth of life
is not counted in coins—
it lives in kindness,
in wisdom,
and in the peace
of a contented soul.