Purse

Every person admires money

As it is the repository of all pleasures

To enthrall the life journey

It bestows all momentum and treasures....

My childhood had seen a tiny purse

And I had kept a note there

That was the mere happiness source

And the contentment I got was rare.....

When my sister was crying

To possess the costly toys and shirt

Only incapability I was showing

My purse couldn't be a successful part......

With the passage of old days

I commemorated my old memory

In the cupboard my purse was

I searched the note as a souvenir.....

When I had the only purse and note

All expectations were coming

Today much wealth I have gathered

But no one is demanding........

This is life's stark theme

Scarcity always demands profusion

But when you get that dream

Nothing comes, only lamentation....