Baskets Of Money Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

Moneylender going from door to door,
With baskets of money to explore,
Borrower stood up to get his hands on the wail;
Time and time again, flying the sail;
Aggressive and affordable proposals,
Loud complaint in perusal,
Rude & grim, God-God for disposal.
What kind of dialogue? Talk or lament?
Lack of grapes hanging in present;
The effect of the wine or the music of harp,
Or nature of the heart,
Wants to swallow colorful roses in morsel,
White glitter wrapped in thorns dorsal.