A man of no merit
nor of any credit
talks of his wealth
gathered by stealth
says he with pride
takes everyone by ride
he is a the wealthiest of all
none could reach his tall
has lands all over the place
most of them round his base
his business is prosperous
goes on he in such rapturous
the listener wants to run off
his brag is too much of an off
he talks so not on one or two occasions
has been a practice on all sessions
a man has turned senile I think so
Is he always like that? I do not know. 
Meenas Poems 