Investment Poem by Chandra sekharan

Every day, on the way to my office
I used to park my car
Offer prayers at the temple
Near the front entrance of the temple
There used to be chain of beggars
With stretched arms
This class is one fourth of
Our country’s total population
One day I saw a beggar woman
With a cute, good looking female baby
Cuddled up in her dirty lap
Baby – fair with curly hair
Charming, smiling, innocent face
Put some coins in the cloth
Spread in front of her
And asked “your daughter? ”
“No sir, I bought the infant for Rs.100/-
From her mother
Who was about to dump
The infant in the dustbin
Surrounded by street dogs
Before the sunrise, the day she was born”
“Why her mother did this? ”
“Mother was a prostitute
And this was an unwanted baby
And would be a burden to her
This baby has brought fortune for me
My daily collection is Rs.500/-“
A good investment – I thought
Who knows?
She will be another Merlin Monroe