Income's Outcome

A description of an Income tax raid in a dishonest official's house

The bounteous spread of a lunch, well attended

Now time for a deep restful slumber

Who doeth come to interrupt my sleep

How dare you think, my time yours to keep

We,Sir, are raiders of the law

In our eyes, you are but a random draw

Proceeding to lift up soft rugs,plush carpets

Pull out smoothened clothes, empty fat wallets

Opening wide, a Rosewood Wardrobe

Gold coins spill, from a well concealed bathrobe

Snatching away from me, that I snatched once

From pleading hands, weeping eyes

All my 'hard earned' money put to waste

Greedily made, laying conscience aside

No longer heaven available here, on Earth

to make up for the hell that awaits me on death.

Author's Note

This idea came to me and I am not sure if it would be better as a poem or developed into a short story.Does it work?

Reviews

[Krizito]

I think the poem trumps it for me...
There's this saying, "what you don't pay for...you won't come to own."...you gave that very saying-and quite humorously I must add- a splendid dosage of life...never slack, keep up the good work.

[Madhusudha]

Thanks for your kind words. Yes, true, it might take years but pay for it you will..

[Willard Wells]

Sounds like the words of one of the Ponzi schemers. Hard that hard greedy work and now off to jail. Well at least that's what i thought. Well done.

[Madhusudha]

Thanks for taking the time to review my poem. I have seen corrupt politicians in India being raided by the Income tax officials.. everyday the newspapers would scream of this official being arrested or other, that inspired my poem.

[Willard Wells]

Same program as outcome but financial scammers here. World wide issue one way or another.

[Solar]

It worked for me as a poem and I am sure in your hands it will turn out to be a story to which you can add twists and turns, such as how did he get corrupt, did he try to bribe the raiders etc.

[Madhusudha]

Thank you Solar for your comments. Yes I should try my hands at that too sometime. Sometimes the same thought seems to be something you can manipulate into a poem a story or other forms of writing.

Thanks again for the vote of confidence.