Its way of being salient-
And so picturesque with bloodstains
On its edges.
Its way of being so united-
And so whole with fragments
In its core.
Its way of being so innocent-
And so angelic with rust feeding
On its being.
Its way of being so joyous-
And so blissful with despondency eating
At its soul.
With flame to it,
And such spirit to it, there’s-
Much acedia thriving.
With humility to it,
And such amity, there’s-
Much superbia thriving.
With satisfaction to it,
And much contentment, there’s-
Much avaritia thriving
With candour to it,
And much modesty, there’s
Much calliditas thriving.
Its fumes, when do vanish-
They do vanish wholly to
show the nymph it is.
Its tenderness, when does vanish-
It does vanish wholly to
show the scales there are.
Its carnality, when does vanish-
It does vanish wholly to
Show the bane over the wine…
Thronged investors at the allotment bazaar
Large cap bearish
Scripts at fall.
Awaited ingenious and expertise capitalists
Then brought into
Scripts at down.
Mid Cap bullish
Scripts at rise
Wavered SENSEX
And small cap ingress
Gives the once over like a cliffhanger rise.
Beginners rapacity and analysts variegations
Former’s paucity and latter’s accrued funds.
Pulled blue chips
Superior position
And more towering price
Then again a new firm
Offering a bid price.
Broker’s commission and depositories dematerialization
Varied revenue
Over investors capitalization.
Inflation hikes and deflation brought down
Again a widespread decline in the GDP
Brought the whole market to pull down.
Analyst’s accrued funds and NIFTY’s superbia
Top thirties jackpots and investors allocations,
Sharply jerked down.
Brainsick market
And a quidity beer bar,
A full-time financial express
And the morning tea NDTV regular.
Beginners’ luck to fill the pot
And a period later
The crow sated the piggy bank pot.
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This poem is no way intended for me, it is only focused on a typical egoistic human nature
and personality.
Im not ashamed,
for I have nothing to be shameful of.
Im different and special,
as my few flaws,
are mere imperfections.
No, Im not perfect.
though im reaching perfection.
My head is always held high,
and I have no reason, to feel shy.
I must be praised,
and i must be famed,
I should be put in a Museum,
for everyone to marvel,
at my beauty.
I am a shining star,
amongst all the dim,
My intellegince,
is of no competition.
My talent has no rim.
Everyone wishes they were me,
because I was born to be envied.
I was thinking of Albert tonight-
And though it's been eight and a-half years,
I can still see him reflected in starlight-
Love in his eyes--oh! I hope he can hear.
Albert was a good man-he made me feel love-
With him around, I never cared to roam,
I knew I would always be his dove-
So I would stay with him and make him a home.
I'm thinking tonight of the man whom I wed-
And though we were older, it didn't seem to matter-
To make his coffee each morning, I crawled out of bed,
And served him warm pancakes on a glass platter.
We played Bingo at Superbia twice each week-
He would call the numbers many a night,
I would look at my cards and up I would leap,
"BINGO! I've got my numbers just right!!"
Albert and I travelled and had lots of fun,
But in 1997, illness struck my mate-
Albert said "I love you so much Hon-"
Then he went to sleep and awoke at Heaven's gate.
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