A Tricky Issue Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

A beautiful jewel case there kept
The grand father kept it
The women of family amused and anxious
What the hell the jewels may be
Is it of valuable jewels
Or is it of made of pure gold
Or mixed alloy gold bought from shops
And kept in care by the old man
Anyway there is a hope of jewels
either gold or jewels the precious stones
Everyone tried to make happy the old one
Bought delicious dishes and drinks
They demanded at least to open the box
The clever one asked them to be patient
After my death everyone share it
Where I have kept enough for you
And treat me well until my last breath
Children became younger and then old
The old man in passed ninety and passed away
When they opened the box it was an empty box.
Is it a theft, fraud, or the trick of old man.