Wealth Management

Hemang Ashwinkumar

 

(1)

 

A bloody fiver, this life of mine.

Spent three on roasted grams, salted peanuts.

Paani-puri tastes better, sure.

Too late for it, boy.

Peanuts and grams is what I enjoy.

 

 

(2)

 

The tenner I saved for old age,

stinging on protein and fats,

is valid no more.

 

The currency changed midnight,

and lately, my daughter says,

I’ve taken on my mother’s foldy face.

 

 

(3)

 

A dollar a kiss, that comes

to a million in bits.

Plus, those untiring licks,

 

blind and choking…hic,

worth a billion, all yours for keeps.

Hope that’s enough

 

to make you part,

as I say goodbye,

with two small coins,

 

one each

in the hollow of my fists.