Every month it is the same
with bills coming in
salary to be paid
an exercise that
will last through
the first week,
Working like a clerk
I enter and check
deduct the advances
count the notes twice
fearing that I will overpay
by few hundreds.
Settling quick
I start my present month’s
procurement, writing them
in detail and entering them
in ledgers, tallying input and output.
the trial balance is a trial.
it so happens, I flop every time,
either the credit is excess
or else the debit
outscores the credit. I do
a vigorous check, finally
land in a soup.
Life goes on in such a way
where every single expenditure
has to be accounted it is caution
that withholds my interest.
Never could I spend as I like.
Wonder, if it is a curse.
Meenas Poems 