A line of few words
turns a relation sour.
An amount of few hundred
breaks the bondage.
An unmindful talk
destroys the association.
The line as I read
” pay at your end”
The amount I realize
is five hundred.
The words I hear
is “bugbear”.
The filial amicability
gets shattered.
Controversies emerge,
a suit follows.
Expenditure mounts
The solicitors benefit.
Years roll by,
So does age.
The parties turn old
the case remains fresh.
A small spark
ignites a fire
that spreads
and engulfs.
Meenas Poems 