Deep into the mundane,
where finance overcomes.
I write, strike, overwrite,
rewrite and finally enter.
It is taxing as the taxation
weighs heavy on the back,
scroll up and down
seeking loops to bring down,
a mind blowing effort
keeps my fingers tapping
while my toes stand up
allowing me not a position
both of sitting and standing.
I pierce through the screen
researching the tax formulas
an exercise I am not familiar.
Hiring a tax consultant costs a fortune
not appointing an accountant
turns expensive, I do, not out of passion
but to save money.
As years advance, I have become
frugal, develop an outlook, money
being the be all and end all
of life , as if I have many more
years to go,
Meenas Poems 