Discount

Life is full of discount,

For which there is no account.

Roads are filled with it,

People are ready to walk on it.

Tags are used, and we are fooled.

Sense is lost, and we have to pay the cost.

For the world of smart,

It had always been a tax less service.

No-one owns it,

But has a right to produce it.

Bills are spontaneous till the end,

As, it is always going to extend.

It is a severe need of the people,

It is a favoured track of the people.

Its doors will continue to open

Till every single pocket is swollen.