The Great Guiltless Gambler Poem by Suraj Samtani

You indulged in gambling
As if you were working.

With discipline and passion,
You barely missed a session.

Day in and day out,
You were certain without doubt,

That this was your road to riches,
That this would help fulfil all wishes.


You remained oblivious to the odds
As you felt blessed by the Money Gods.

Artistically and proudly you sounded your picks,
Ignoring whispers of being stringed by others' tricks.

Big bets seemed like small deals,
As you put to stake almost all your future meals.

Then the familiar famine finally struck;
You conceded to be out of luck.


You had to show your losses and liquidation, &
You squandered your assets and accommodation.

Despite debts derailing your family off course,
You have never held any regrets or remorse.

Your every act was driven by their wellbeing,
As you sought to be more protective and giving.

Contrary to society your family are assigned at your side,
Yet they helplessly pray for you to resign this reckless ride.