(1) Villager
A diminutive shack perturbs me not
As long as it integrates my blood- brothers taut
A vivacious flurry of boyish souls
Shall resurrect my fields and enhance my goals
A lucid income if I may strive
So that I mustn’t a sickly mother deprive
A nominal saving for daughter’s wedlock
May rid me an array of burden and block
A prayer for seasonal harvest will
Adorn my land a whiff of money still
A vague frugal plan shall resurrect
And from my hardships debt protect
(2) Industrialist
A fine-cemented dwelling empowers us
As long as my share is autonomous
A frontier shall open for my young lass
If I may attune her with the societal mass
A blatant income lacking the strife
Keeping me young in the wrinkles of life
A phenomenal ‘giving’ for daughters jolly
So her nuptials may reek my monopoly
A venture of impractical politics
Lacking prayer, Vermillion or incense sticks
A malevolently etched forge plan
Adding monetary laurels to my rich clan
Friday, February 8, 2008
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