My Kiddy Bank! Poem by Naga Vamshidhar Ratakonda

Fell the Rack,
Like Hell on Leg,
Knee Hurt Little;
For the Hundi,
I Reached Out!

Hidden Deep in,
Rack's Shelf-Top;
It was quite safe,
From us Kids,
Unit I Broke It,
For a Leg Bruise!

Kiddy Bank or,
Hundi as we call;
Small Coin Change,
Gifted to Go In,
Until Pile-up to,
A Big Paper Note;
Then Donate for a,
Cause or Offering;
That's the Plan!

But Many Broke!
The Pot one first,
Calcium Sandoz Next,
Ganesha Followed;
Shapes of Safes Vary,
End Result the Same;
None Met the end,
Goal or Destination!

Emptied and Vanished,
To Fill the Stomach,
At Corner Street Shop;
Shop-Keeper the Benefactor,
Never Poor or GOD!

Fast Forward to Now!
New Saving Forms,
With Strong Secure,
Physical & Digital Locks,
Post Office Accounts,
Child Bank Accounts,
To a Saving Rescue!

But Kiddy Bank still,
Every Kid's Favourite!