( I )
Well-known for doing any work
with perfection
Still Gupta felt no sense of
satisfaction;
Like fabled demi-god in Yama’s
domain
He is par excellence in
weighing loss and gain;
He clinched many a deal with
convincing speech
Squeezing to maximum like a
blood-sucking leech;
He earned much wealth as
clever consultant
Yet still he has no sense of
contentment;
Like a staunch Spartan he
lived in his cell
With barest requirements he did
dwell;
No furniture except
half-broken things too old
He treated them with care as precious
gold;
He
himself sat on a threadbare torn mat
He asked his friends too to come and
squat;
A block of wood served him, as a
table nice
On old brown crumpled sheets
he often writes;
His friends he never tried to
entertain
Parties and dinner he treated as vain;
About his body comforts he did
never care
His feelings and thoughts he did
never share;
He never sat idle or wasted a moment
Full day engaged with several
assignments
In world of figures absorbed he
racked his brain
In counting skills he found his goal
and gain;
Showing health grounds, sugar or sweet he
never ate
“Don’t eat too much”, to friends
he used to state;
His stingy manners irked his
middle-aged wife
Yet she put up with him to
sustain her life;
( I I )
Blessed with a daughter he
became more shrewd
How to earn more income he used
to brood;
He trained his daughter in accounting
art
In
world of figures did she find her heart;
He did not let her go outside his
room
In calculating skills he himself
did groom;
Right from childhood within
mathematical maze
She grew up like a bird confined
in a cage;
Poorly nourished, such strain she
could not face
Suddenly fell sick and lay down
for days;
Her father busy with work did not
much care
A severe hemorrhage she had and
could not bear;
In dying moments she was taken at
once
But on the way she died; her loss
immense
Shocked her father into
repentance;
All his plans collapsed; stern as
a stone he remained
Grief-stricken, from his duty he
refrained;
His clients noticed his state and
spoke a lot
To pull him out of grief; but he
was caught
Within his guilt and felt himself
at fault
Destiny’s plans beyond our reach he
thought;
Mere figures can’t predict man’s future
plans
Time-ordained patterns man can never scan;
At last helped by friends and
Time’s healing balm
He realized his goal, became composed and
calm;
He dedicated his time to serve with love
No
more a master-planner, Gupta now;
In
every orphan’s eyes he saw his dearest daughter
He
got relief and joy in their merry laughter;
He
served orphans and treated them as his own kin
In
liberal help and support he felt free from sin.
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1st April, 2019 Somaseshu Gutala
Note : Fabled demi-god-- Chitragupta, who records all the sins and merits of the living beings.
Yama --- God of death and justice.
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