I mused over my sad past,
In which, many things I lost,
I study my medication's cost,
Now, I have realized at last.
Saving money is never at all a joke,
Huge money comes not in one stroke,
Money will vanish like cloudy smoke,
In saving money, your nose, you poke.
Physically you are always alright,
But, mentally your emotions fight,
You lose sleep totally in the night.,
Your monetary state becomes tight.
So much wealth you can definitely save,
If you turn out to be shrewd and brave,
Body, mind and also soul, God only gave,
Be peaceful before entering the grave.
You are earning by working very hard.
You are fully normal and not at all odd.
Why agony to your mind, you add?
That is why your mood becomes mad.
Past is lost, don't brood over,
Forever the past life is over,
You are like a dried-up river,
Optimism will stop your shiver.
God alone must look into the matter,
And fill the river with flowing water,
Fill your mind and heart with laughter,
Wisely well-care your mind hereafter.
Let your memory become poor,
Control your mind with will-power,
Though recovery may be slower,
Your determination, don't lower.
Intake of medicines, you must reduce,
Taking them is surely of healing use,
But, your mind, you must keenly peruse,
And solve problems with revised views.
Your life, you must regularize,
To the occasion, you must rise,
Pray to God for a fine surprise,
Lost health means a heavy price.
M V Venkataraman