Compound Interest Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

My whole body besmeared with fetid slush
Not to care a straw or fig for entered directly
into your drawing room an impudent fellow...
Easily felt your uneasiness, for goodness' sake
could not drive me out; rather shown courtesy;
Pouring costly liquor into a costly cup, offered me.
The cup tumbled, the costly carpet on the floor
got dirty and the tea also wasted...
Yet you smiling. Yet you feigning nothing.
Though I'm sure inwardly raging and storming
Only for goodness' sake could not shoulder me out...

I encashed your annoyance-amiableness and crafty smiling
and deposited in my savings Bank Account.

My principal. My only earnings. That's all.
Now let me earn compound interest forever.