Palas Kumar Ray

(India)

Gains


You think of gains and so you talk.
Nothing need be done if they do not
bring you gains of some sort or kind.

I wonder if we aren't in all respect
growing business minded too often!

I wonder who may be left there at all
ready to book losses if gains fall short!

Is there a business where all will gain?
Or we're heading to a time when we will
fearing great losses shall delete our own?





© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved. 

Submitted: Saturday, November 28, 2009
Edited: Friday, June 06, 2014

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  • Mamta Agarwal (12/11/2009 3:55:00 AM)

    loss or gain- relative according to individual perception. calculations has become name of the game.

    cut your losses and get out. are there other choices...


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