To A Businessman Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

He was aware of ladders, not of snakes;
brown-yellow sunflowers bloomed in his garden,
more he gained, more he became thirsty-
dishonesty became his passion, loose character his habit.
He tempted his wife, his son went astray,
his parents quit him-his family turned into a graveyard.

Now his ladders are broken, the snakes creep in-
in the very game he loses his ground.
One by one- business, family, money and respect-
all are engulfed, all are lost.
Now a pauper laughs at him, a beggar spits on him.
None has any business with that businessman.