Miser Poem by vijay menon

He lived all his life;
As a miser.
A miserable man,
Lived on doles,
And saved all that he earned.

Spent nights in the open;
Or at crematoriums,
Lined up for free.
Food packets,
Never spent a penny.

For his needs,
loved to see,
His money multiply.

He remained a bachelor;
For the fear,
He will have extra.
Mouths to feed.

A perfect paradigm;
Of the word miser.
One day when he died;
He left behind,
A trunk full of cash.

With no one to claim,
His money or his body.