The Most Precious Gift

Gloom descended on me 

When a choice was presented,

To give my heart and soul

And to part with either one I resented. 

For Raksha Bandhan was two days hence 

And due to Lockdown, my gift box was still vacant.

Then did my mother voice her opinion,

Why don't you pat with your Parker pen set or set of minions.

Alas, my mother did not know 

That behind the minions' smiley face was discrete sorrow.

It was a gift from friends who had me swarmed,

When I had broken an arm.

Nor with my Parker pen could I part,

For it was had the goodbye pain

As it was the last gift from my bestie who left for Spain.

Settled for the minion I was, 

Yet knowing the children are so greedy these days,

That only big thing can have them fazed.

Came the day when the minion was in the gift box,

To save myself from grief, I had my heart locked 

Away from that place by a hundred blocks.

Until my sis opened the gift,

My mind had been filling itself with jeopardy.

But as the jolly smile appeared on my sis' face 

At last my heart at last sensed harmony.

By being stingy one may have a few moments to relish,

But by sacrifice one has only eternal bliss.