The night I lost all my savings
I wept but
I found solace
Being as an empty man as
I could be.
Saved me rather from,
Being a little false and weak.
I didn’t have a reason to worry, thereafter-
The ritualised worries of ambitious and small.
I didn’t drink leisurely coffee, anymore,
Didn’t go to the friends’ to discuss locale, ornate plays-
Flawless, aimless words, I didn’t spend-
Anymore in the tavern of the pretenders and vain.
The glee that came in trickles with a little fortune
Went away 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 or outwardly gain or, gallingly (who cares)?
To fill up my pockets or empty it,
To make it a play,
As per my wish.