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My money


As a child I thought I am rich
As I have a money plant
To pluck my money from
For my Rita orange ice-cream
Parle-G and Coffee Bite.

Every morning with care
I kept my plant under the sun,
Gave water ,fertilizer and
with all my love patted the leaves,
And went to school.

I learnt history and geography,
And I taught my teacher
About money plant,
She looked at me, patted my cheeks
And said it is so not true.

Back to home after school,
With no mind for homework and my afternoon nap
and gave company to my plant,
thinking it requires love and fondness.
I looked closely at the leaves
If it is bearing my money?

Days passed by
But my faith unshaken,
Until one day my mom said
your teacher has complained
that you have not been doing homework.

I told my mom I was busy
My surprised mom asked me why and how?
I told her about the money plant, and my belief
Thereafter she took me on her lap
And explained me the reality.

Reality was so different from what I thought,
But still my mind was not ready to accept,
As name “money plant” ,
must have been given for some reason.

Years passed by, until today,
On my way back to home from office
I saw a big money plant,
and I remembered my belief
Only this time I knew it was not possible!

Comments

Vijay Nadadur said…
Awesome! You have portrayed complete innocence of a child. With age, we tend to accept reality, but still wish our initial belief came true :)

Keep writing Mansee!
March 24, 2010 at 2:55 PM
amritsr said…
Good one Mansee... i guess if we sit down and think about it we will find so many trivial things that we believed as children. Though i so wish right now that this one was true, I'm bankrupt again ;)
March 25, 2010 at 8:30 AM
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