Raja from all India radio spoke.
All of us are
running.
How do we get it?
He got profit in
pepper,
I cut the coconut
trees.
And planted the
creeping pepper.
Unknown malady destroyed my pepper creepers.
His pepper in profit,
my pepper in loss.
Someone got profit
in vanilla.
He cut the mango
trees and
Planted the vanilla
vines.
The smell, The
beauty.
The dark green
umbrellas,
Spread the entire
land.
Next year, the market
came down.
Never raised after.
Vanilla vines in
loss.
He cut cashew trees
and planted the rubber.
Rubber is anyway profiting
for all.
He entered; the rubber
market found the graveyard.
Cashew prices went up
to the heaven.
No cashew left with
him, nor the cash.
Raja from all India
radio spoke.
All of us are
running.
How do we get it?
With bank and loans,
Next attempt was in
stock market.
The stock he
touched bombed.
From 10th
floor to first floor.
Loans started
moaning.
What is the last
hope?
Anybody can act in
a movie,
Fame can lead to
political party.
That is the last
resort for anyone.
The movie he touched
failed.
The party he touched
failed.
He called his touch
as the golden touch of failures.
One last attempt.
The real estate
games.
That’s how other
ones got success.
He entered to
conquer lands.
The land value fell.
Faster than a Ferrari.
Raja from all India
radio spoke.
All of us are
running.
How do we get it?
Divine retreat center the final hope of failed people.
He said, prayers to
God, that’s what left in me.
But big flood came,
helicopters,
Saved his life
picking him in ropes.
Any ropes of hopes
left?
Corona came and
conquered.
Nobody was spared.
The commands were
loud and clear.
No one should
speak, No should touch.
The Touch of
success left him alone.
Corona rules. You can’t
complaint.
This night will
have an end.
Not just this
night. Every night will have an end.
That’s quite right.
Everyone knows, that’s
the next morning.
Should I start Pomegranate
plantation.
What a profit that
would be?
My Dear Pomegranate!!
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