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My Wallet
My wallet is a good friend of mine.
It was a bifold one when I purchased it. (but now...many folds developed)
Once it used to be brown and elegant
But gradually metamorphosed and faded.
Now it looks older than I am.
It has acquired many new attributes.
Frayed at the edges, broken stitching,
Failed zippers and worn-out leather
Of course, they add antique look to it.
I have forgotten exactly when I bought it.
But I always keep it with me when I go out.
I have my own sentiments about it.
It has witnessed ups and downs in my life.
It’s an ardent follower of Shakespeare’s advice,
“Neither a borrower nor a lender be.”
Thank God! It hasn’t ever gone empty.
My pretty lady is very intelligent
When she finds my wallet with chubby cheeks,
She presents her list of interests and wants.
The young guys never bother about wallets.
With e-payments they manage at the outlets.
When I take my old companion out to pay the charges,
My kids make fun of him and say, ‘A rich man in rags.’
My wallet - My loving companion!
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Patri Venkata Ramana
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