BUDGET

Thought of, lettering
An ‘SMS’
To rank you
In my first draft
While,
Torrents of
Ungainly words, lumbered
To weigh me down, heavily
In my silent singe

And,
I remember the enthusiasm
A little while ago
Which, forced me
To buy
That expensive smart phone
Where,
My entire budget was lost
Paying the fancy

The thought glued aftermath, down
Towards my family line
Which, paid me dearly
narrating the agony,
I bought trashing my monthly plan;
No new frock for my daughters
and branded shirt for my son;
No new sari, nor the golden smile
But,
A tinge
That, traced
Colouring my words:
So indifferent
I can’t be
Not to care my draft.