Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Where It Losses. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Life people aspire to live
Pecuniary circumstance make difficult
Where they tries for a loan
In whatever means and conditions
Here plays the tricky issues
A money lender in bad motive
Exorbitant interest rates and terms
A perfect tricky net he falls
Hue and cries follows
There already he is the loser
The precious home sometimes loses
The good life itself in mystery
The burden grows without a help
The squeezing effect in interests
The capital still there stands
A world of money lenders
There misses the love, kindness and hope.
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