EK din maa Laxmi ho kamal par sawar,

     nikli the batane vishv me amit pyar,

ddevi ke pyar ko vishv ne nakara,

     kaha laxmi pane ka yehi su-awasar sara,

aakhir sab ko hai kewal dhan se pyar,

     to kaun kare laxmi ke is pyar ko sweekar,

laxmi ki bas yehi bhool the,

     dena chaha usne is lobhi sansar ko pyar,

par iske liye to koi na tha tyarr,

     sabko to cahiye keval dhan apar,

aakhir thak-kar devi ne ek manav se poocha,

     kyon karte hai sab dhan se itna pyar,

kya unhe nahi chahiye sukh shanti apar,

     manav krodhit hua kuch chidchidaya man me kuch badbadaya,

kuch der me bola mukh ke dwar khola,

     kaha pahle nikalo hazar phir batata hoon manav kyon karta haidhan se itna pyar,

devi ne manav ki vo raashi deni padi saath hi vishv ki ek seekh leni padi,

jo karta hai sukh  aur shanti se pyar,

use milte hai gole barood aur bom hazaar,

aur jo karta hai dhan se pyar uske liye khule hai vishv ke sabhi dwaar saath hi pyar apar,

devi ne kaha pyar to hai geevan ka saar,

     lekin yahan to dhan hi hai sabka adhar,

dhan ka moh tyag jab mujhe karoge sweekar tabhe main aaungi lakar amit pyar.......