Money Tree.  On which one friend tied his life . It blooms in summer and dries in monsoon.
Currencies on which we eternalised Gandhi. .

He smiles - Gandhi, he never thought his free country would sell him for a price. He never thought he would be traded on legues to satisfy human greed

Silent Currencies on which humans trade their souls to be with luxuries and purchasable fame.

Newspapers - Sanctuaries of sensations, biased. Monopolised by groups to promote differences in society.

Purchasable. None trust them.

Money Tree

Currency notes

My friend fills them in his leather suitcase

imported from Hague

from a tree he  planted in his garden

that gives him currency notes

not silent ones

he fills and fills

currency notes

on which Gandhi smiles

innocently

he trades Gandhi, his soul

and  walks around

pretending happiness

he fills currencies

again and again

in his leather suitcase

plain, ordinary with no adjectives

to stamp on hem..

Money trees  inspire me not but when I see tree branches spreading across:

He-roller coaster

10 zillion light years
Circle of fits
Elegant cakes and party dates
Magic Tube
Ki Gen I draw stuff

I remember my friend's possession - money tree. Language of Currency not silence but greed. And that greed tracked him to snatch more. How much do you need to trade your soul, to satisfy your greed. I don't know. I don't have  one in my garden and I plant not one in my garden. In that place I plant one Thulasi.

From my heart I find one India  Free but not free from money tree planters.