That year, dirty money began to flow in.
Some escaped, some tried, and some drowned.
Some hated, some loved.
Now these ones who loved-
Their houses turned into bungalows,
Garden ponds to swimming pools,
Two wheelers to four,
Four wheelers to imports,
Children to rich kids,
Housewives to madams,
Everything inexorably blurred.
~
Years after, few things had gone missing-
Warm fireplaces, sweet homes, good friends, good times,
All things money couldn’t save.
Even so, they bought themselves expensive masks-
Expressions and smiles,
One for each occasion.
– awrcn
Also read: Overwhelmed
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