Tuesday, June 2, 2015

MISER


POEM

Between his birth and death
there was a verdant
flowery, beautiful
landscape called life.
Born, in a wealthy family
consisting of his parents and siblings
he never experienced
hunger and any other
trials and tribulations.
Like any other child
he too joined a school.
After repeated failures
in each  class he became
a school drop-out
and like his father
he too evolved into
a business man in
which he proved his mettle.
After his father breathed
his last due to old age
it was his turn to run the business
since his siblings
after passing out from every institution
in flying  colours
chose to fly abroad 
and took up professions
which offered lucrative
remuneration and incentives.
Here in the land of his birth
without feeling inferior to his siblings
he ran his business
profitably and accumulated
more and more wealth
and invested in new ventures.
Like any other young man
ie. in the prime of his life
he tied the nuptial knot
from an aristocratic family
which offered enormous amount
as dowry
and he became father
of two children.
Thus with the passage
of time his business empire
turned out to be the talk
of the town.
Notorious as a miser
The more he saved,
the more greedy  and wicked like Shylock he became.
He might have had a false notion that
all the wealth in his possession
would follow  him

when he was buried in a cemetery. 

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