The Minstrelsy

[swaminathan]

The song is divine,
Also present is the intoxicating effect of wine,
The minsterlsy sings on without pause,
I get richer and richer without cause.
I take the Roadtrip to go for the hunt,
Alone as i always,i do not grunt.
Suddenlymy caravan is stopped,
a half naked person in front,popped.
Hands outstretched,face wretched,he begged.
My face turned red,i began to fret.
I shooed him away,
continued going my way.
The roadtrip was fine,
I did enjoy the beauty of Rhine.
After returning home,i thought,
Could losing a penny cause much loss?
The Minstrelsy still sang,I forgot.
My business boomed BANG!

Yars flew by,alone still i was.
Loneliness bound me,like a clot.
This was the...........very road years back,
My face had turned red and back,
A caravan stops itself in front of me,
My hands are outstretched,face wretched
My hands clasp a penny this time around,
i cursed my self for being so proud.
Oh! Yes,The Minstrelsy had stopped singing.
Guilt,like anything,in my ears was ringing!