It was afternoon, as usual Mohan was playing with his friends ,brimming over with life and laughter. There was no trace of any discrimination of rich and poor, It was called the child's mind. At a sudden the father of a child, who seemed to be richer than the other children , scolded Mohan.
He said," How often have I told you not to call my child to play? If my boy plays with you illiterate children, then his future will be filled with darkness"
The five years old boy had nothing to answer this question. Thinking about the matter for some time he returned to his home. Where his mother was there. She was a widow. Seeing her son she ran out hurriedly. But the lad asked his mother, "Mom, What is rich and poor? "
The lady thought a while and said, " Son, Money is everything in this world. The people who have money are called the rich and the people who have no money like us are called the poor. "
Mohan asked curiously "Why are we poor? "
His mother said "Son, you can't understand the reason. Time has witnessed everything... "