From the pockets of a shiny leather wallet,
I landed into a tattered cap on the roadside,
From the feeble old grey hands, i was passed into the coarse hands of the tea seller.
I remained in his tattered pockets till nightfall,
When i went into small soft hands caressing me with affection.
That night was spent in bliss under her pillow,
Until I was then taken into the bright sunshine, where cars honk and people chatter constantly,
I had just begun to enjoy when the inevitable happened,
I slipped from her hands and kept rolling and rolling,
Until i was surrounded by complete darkness.
The poor ONE RUPEE COIN had fallen into the manhole.