A note of 10 rupees flies through the damp sky,
Perhaps some well-to-do might have dropped it,
Perhaps he might have even forgot about it
Or just didn’t give a damn about it.
The parentless piece of cash floating carelessly,
Finds shelter in the tender palm of a young boy,
The No-worth paper finds immense value with him
It’s now become something of great joy
With the cash in his hand, he leaps off of happiness,
With colors of imagination about to paint its spoilage,
“Should I buy the machine that roars?”
“No No, I’ll buy myself a castle!”
“Or should I buy some toys with this?”
Perhaps he’d never seen paper of value,
All he knew of wealth were some old wrinkled coins,
“Aman”, yelled his partner in crime,
“What do you have there?”
Both of their eyes gleamed with innocence,
The Cash allured them to spend it, To waste it
And now- As they walk proudly,
Acting like the richest people in the world,
They get the shock of their life.
They wanted to buy the whole shop of sweets,
But
The Shopkeeper handed them few pieces of toffees
With gentle hands clenching on the sweets with young rage,
With disappointment and realization they exit the stage.
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Quite relatable. Your boys are so real. I recall occasionally finding a coin or bill on the roadside and feeling rich at that moment, full of possibilities. I don't recall being disappointed but I suspect I was. Thanks for sharing this poignant anecdote my friend.
I'm very very glad you liked it, Thank you dear one
Innocence spawns false expectations and distorted values not only in money but actions. Nicely written
Nice quote... THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND REVIEW!
Or maybe the innocent expectations and values are the true ones?
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