Thoreau's Question

On this Eid, as your sumum bonum Is consumerism and as your soul is Mortgaged to the Federal Reserve Bank And hedonism, your mental wish-list has been Inked on ‘things-to-dos’. The catalogue is Quite impressive. Apart from the toddler, On your lap, often you place your lap-top. This time before Eid, to go smarter, you have A must-gadget purchase: Palm-top. To outshine others, and to add some Extra gloss to your gadget-profile You actively consider getting a tablet. Even though, it is not the diminutive of table And has nothing to do with the quadruped rectangle And it is not to be swallowed with water, It still has some therapeutic attributes. Your schedule has accrued extra adipose tissue With a cluster of meetings looming large on the corporate horizon, You order designer cloths for yourself. Those fancy textile Marco Polos Globe-trot and come to your door-step riding their ‘You shop, we drop’ policy. You give blank cheque to your greater-half To travel to Metropolitan Centres or Peripheral megacities To epicurianize herself and her cohorts. From the other side of the horizon, Thoreau watches you thoroughly and asks, This time you’ve parted with From your obesity-ridden bank account. All this, I know, is cosmetic purpose-driven. You, proud buddy, spent this much to decorate your body. Have you spent a single farthing to adorn your soul?