What Am I
People look at my golden rays
And doubt my richness unlimited
Though I don’t work nor do any business
But I own such a real estate.
Impossible to get proofs
That I have the black money.
But I do write a cheque
Of the pleasant evenings
By plunging into the ocean
And pay my revenue taxes
I even get rebates from
Stars, Moon, Earth moving around.
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Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2011
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