Piggybank Speaks

A fat little pig

Standing on shack above

Glimpsing and a smile

So cunning,

Today is the day

To be fed with a penny.

I am the chest

Of this little girl Flaunting

Her blond hair, short

Above the shoulder

Who keeps me all cuddled.

And the weekly elation

On the day of her pocket money

Distribution,

An earning she caressed

With her smile

So full of joy

Every a 10 rupees coin

Would by her wishes, wings to fly.

I am the banker

Said it again

An inception to a huge

Savings account,

You break me

only when in need

To sow your future's seed.

And yet this day

I was honored

No more an accountant

But trash of shattered parts.

The little girl,

Grew up to unfurl

With yet a new bank

Standing at the edges

Now which was her own earned

Gulped deep down

to its stomach bed.