The night I lost all my savings
I wept but
I found my solace
Being an as empty man as
I could be.
It prevented me-
Saved me, rather, from
Being a little false and weak.
Thereafter, I didn’t have a reason to worry anymore-
The ritualised worries of those ambitious and small.
I didn’t drink leisurely coffee, thereafter, anymore.
Didn’t go to the friends’- anymore- to discuss the locale, ornate plays-
Flawless, aimless words, I didn’t spend-
Anymore in the tavern of the pretenders and vains.
The glee that came in trickles with a little fortune
That went away- thankfully- with the fortune of ill,
Making me strangely so free.
I guess I will live.
I guess, I will speak my mind or keep my peace (according to the humour of the day)
To have some inwardly gain, or outwardly, or, gallingly, or, whatever (who cares?)-
To fill up my pockets or empty it
To make it a play
As per my wish.