One swipe and oops all is gone,
Nothing left, everything I had is lost,
With pockets empty, here I stood alone,
Not knowing what is my next resort
ATM has unveiled my idiocy,
Or maybe it could all be prophecy.
Even if spent for charity,
Or for an election campaign,
Would have attained divinity,
And enjoyed a MP’s reign,
Even greatest emperors couldn’t escape,
And left win or lose at His will,
Lost modestly all their estate,
Dreaming tomorrow they win a mill
Huh! How much could I self-condole?
For all that luck I can’t behold,
If luck permits, at the same ATM,
Like the wild emperors’ dream,
Gain all that’s lost the next time.
And prove, am not a foolish queen.
Satya Vadlamani: She hails from Hyderabad and works for a construction company. She likes to experiment on various poetry forms with diverse genres and feel that one should be exposed to enjoyable forms of writing. She is also a co- founder and organiser at Twin cities poetry club, Hyderabad.