Monday, April 1, 2019

The Tale of Mr. Gupta, the Master Planner





                 
                                             ( 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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