Ravi Panamanna

Silver Star - 3,053 Points (21/09/1956 / Ottapalam- Kerala State- India)

Contrast - Poem by Ravi Panamanna

When I am well
I forget the hell
And happily dwell.

When I am ill
I lose all my Will
And take some pill.

When I am rich
I have no itch
But two things make me sick –

One is the thief
Next is the Income-tax chief;
For the rest, I have no grief.

When I am poor
I knock at every door
And my legs are so sore.

But thieves I need not fear,
Tax I need not bear;
For the rest, I am in a life long war!


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 3, 2010

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