I am rich I thought
I am earning at a young
age
Because in my pocket I
Found a page
No, not a normal one
That one had Rs.500
Written on it
It was a note
At that thought I began
To float
And please note
This one was a real
Note
I could buy a lot of things
With it.
Bananas, apples, pastries,
Chocolates and toys
With which I would be the
King of toys.
That’s when the thing started
Or ended
My father asked for it
Back
I didn’t want to give
It back
But there always has to be an end to that.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
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