Saturday, September 12, 2009

Goddess of Gold

One day, while traveling,
Something thinking and unraveling;
I came across a goddess statue,
Embossed in gold with a virtue;

The goddess was surrounded by a crowd,
Piercing with prices of bidding loud;
From thousands, lacs and millions,
The bids went high to alarming billions;

The goddess stood still,
Holding her unimaginative will;
Hundred of fingers pointed her,
Her sanity, vanity churned with stir;

Finally the highest fingers win,
Throwing others in a shameless bin;
With a silent voice she was sold,
The person left with goddess of gold;

Later one day in the news,
I read an article with a muse;
The golden goddess has changed its place,
A theft occurred and it was lost in space;

I thought and wondered,
A lot and pondered;
Who with the goddess was?
Was he a thief or a priest of flaws?

A goddess worth billion of dollars,
Unable to save her from the eventual robbers;
Robbers of identity and robbers of belief;
Robbers of reality and robbers of relief.

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