Sitting Duck Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Sitting Duck
Price rises in spate
So is not earned buck
Hits me hard market
I fall like sitting duck.
Home's need for grocery
Rises so too price
My call for austerity
She finds not at all nice.
Goes up quickly tariff
Not my meager earn
Life is pretty stiff
With bump and ugly turn.
Still I breathe carefree
Though my poems don't pay
In her sweet company
Look to another day.
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4/26/2024 8:47:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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