Buying Gifts Poem by chandra thiagarajan

The veil of heart to lift,
And to evince the concern and love,
One is found to plough
Through the shops for a gift.

To present many occasions crop:
Festivals, Ceremonies and Birthdays,
Seasons Greetings and Wedding days,
None are we prepared to drop.

One goes for a present, hunting
The scale and variety on display,
Boggles the mind at the array,
And stands confused and wondering!

If it's for a bubbly little kid,
The toy shouldn't hurt or break,
And be of reputable make:
Yet within the purse's grid.

If it's for growing boys,
One knows they're under the spell
Of battery operated gadgets swell,
Methinks a Ph.D. is needed to choose the toys.

If it's for giggling pretty girls,
Perhaps we may get a frock,
They may admire it and rock,
Or shove it and crave for pearls.

One can then thus opt safely,
For a story book to read and enjoy,
Or for a pack of dry fruits from Dubai,
Sans resentment and present it gaily.