You Left For Money (Cathartic — No Harm, All Fire) Poem by Pushp Sirohi

You sold our nights for coin, you bartered trust for gold,
Walked past the vows and warmth, left promises gone cold.
Your pockets fat with paper, your conscience light as air,
You thought your name protected you — I found my answer there.

I spit the memory of your touch into the wind,
I fold the weight of every lie where your greed begins.
You bought a hollow throne that trembles at the first true gust,
All your bought-bright laughter peels away to rust.

Take every silver promise, keep your paper crown,
I'll build a world from ashes — watch the ruins drown.
Not with my hands will harm come; my hands will rise and heal,
I'll turn your empty triumphs into dust you never feel.

So keep your coins and comfort, your shallow, borrowed fame,
I'll keep my blood, my dignity, my unbought, honest name.
When silence comes to settle where your hollow echoes stay,
Know I walked away unbroken — and you were just the price I paid.