Philosophizing
Straitened are the times
And tight is my pocket.
A glass of brandy
Consumed with contemplation
Is a hard bargain
As speculators have poured in
Shouting “buy,” “buy,” “buy.”
Since the signal is out
The hoarders have barged in
And have emptied the market
Of all the brandy, inclusive
Of the liquors that brandished
Even a semblance of flavor
That reminded them of this brand.
After the run-on brandy,
Its prices have rocketed sky-high.
Engulfed by indignation
But still the avid lover
That I am of this brand,
I emptied my purse
To offer myself a bottle.
Sipping the liquor in a glass
And immersed in happiness
I sat reinstated to my senses
And to the art of philosophizing,
And wondered whether the glass
That I held in my hand
Was half-full or half-empty.
Misfit to this treacherous art
But tied to pitfalls in my daily life,
I sat there and gazed contentedly
Through my half-filled glass
With intent and pride, enthralled
That I did not have to complain
About things I can’t change.
Copyright © Pramod Rastogi | Year Posted 2017
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