Gone with the wind
the tales of yore
the relations one bore
as expenses soar
with a big tore
making the mind sore
restricting oneself to the core
not indulging in more
putting “I” in the fore
as there is no surplus to pour
and there is no extraction in the ore
to substantiate the means in a furore
extinguishing the thoughts and ideals. 
Meenas Poems 