Woman gone astray
Poetry and prose is what she loved,
Immersing in sonnets and ballad,
Daddy wanted her to learn accounts,
Calculate, inspect, audit and count.
She wanted to romance the rhymes ,
Observing life's nuances fulltime.
He gave her balance sheet to analyse,
And the company’s profits to realise.
Not for her the numbers monotony,
She loved the magic of essays many,
Hating the most exhausting “excel”
Oh! Did she love the wonderful "word"
Dreams may have their place,
Reality is what we are forced to face!
Dad told her a job is the need of the day,
And do you think words will ever pay?
Her pleas were never taken into account,
Alas! She was forced to marry accounts.
Her first love, lyrics, however lured her,
No one will ever know, he assured her,
Lets keep our love a topmost secret,
Don’t let anyone know about it yet.
Thus started her journey of double life,
Word’s lover and an accountant’s wife!
Satisfying accounts all through the day,
When in darkness, word has his way.
One fills her pocket with money to spend,
The other fills her with joys that transcend,
One makes her work without a pause,
The other has her addicted to applause.
One ensures that she is nameless,
The other gives her a name no less.
Is it strange, that she lives this way?
Is she the woman who has gone astray?