So many things
That I like
I asked,
if I can carry them all?
Across and beyond
the final checkout counter
I paid for them,
after all!
It says, you can leave
empty handed,
There is no other option,
That’s all!
And the things,
you carry
and the money you hoard
It just stays here in the mall
That’s not fair,
I protested
Aren’t they mine
I earned it all
It smiles and says,
wake up, Smell the salt
It’s just a dream
After all
My Tales Within 