Hi everyone!

I am the one rupee coin.

Nowadays no one wants me in their pocket to join

I am the unit currency of India

But people have a sweet relation with me.......

And it is Dementia.

When I was born

I was pampered to the hilt,

A few days ago I helped poor people in his house to build.

I used to be the salary of some top Government officers,

But now I am not even present in the temple bars.

I was welcomed everywhere as a precious thing,

At present my foreign brother "the Dollar" ping me with his eyes blink.

In the beginning, I was very handsome

With the character of goodsome,

I have a lions head and a shining glow

My life is going on and on nowadays like water of overflow.

One day I came out of a dark cell

A kind-hearted gentleman take me out

In his hand with a ringing bell.

I wandered in river banks, customer pocket, buses, and trains,

But today I have also discovered myself into the local drains.

Once I was dropped from the purse of a lady,

A beggar picked me up and exchange me by buying some amount of paddy.

Gradually my value has been declining

I haven't found a path of shining.

My value has been demising everyday

The people who used to talking about me,

Now where are they?

I have no buyer. I have no taker,

Even for my health, I don't have any doctor.

Once while crossing a river,

A shopkeeper threw me onto the watershed

Since then I have been lying on the river bed.

If anyone wants me to come back

So please give up the black money, which is hidden in the large sack.