Pass Book. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

There I carry a passbook
A passbook with little credits
But entries of debit everyday
Where I spend it in vague
Several days passed and entries
But in real necessity I forget
That the debit is large enough
And credit balance almost extinct
How I remember the first withdrawal
Only my mother knew it
She is no more and gone for ever
Abandoning me in this cruel world
Where no one tries to love
But always pretends to be loved
Still my debit account is large
My credit balance anytime expire
I wonder, how I spent it,
In wise ways or foolish ways
Only my friends and relatives knows..