Forgetting

I have been having a lot of heat While at rest or moving, I thought I could be rich just by selling The energy in the market hungry The heat was restless rising temperature Was I suffering from fever? Whatever it was, when ever I sat down To count would be amount in the account With a pen and paper, surprisingly I feel very cold suddenly, Relieved but feel very uneasy As I lost the would be money I could not sell; I could not change my destiny! What a pity! It is all the forgetting to blame If I would not have forgotten, I could be a rich But would be a mad man, which one I would be Preferred rich or mad? The temperature is rising again Not due to heat this time but for the thought My life is in serious crisis as in the desert or drought.