Stashers’ life…a ruin

all about the misery of a miser!

Once may dear there was a man!

He had nothing wrong except a bad habit;

 He was a miser! An extreme miser.

Although he possessed money out and away..

But there remained the lust to get more and more!

 

He loved to collect money coin by coin..

He loved to make money in no time!

Simply he lived and fight for coin.

At last his life reached the boundary line

And he made a will before the end of his time:

To Burry with Me the Money that’s MINE!

 

Soon after this the poor fellow died;

Leaving him behind the wealth too fine.

People felt sorry on his sad demise

And acted upon his advice..

They buried all the money he possessed

In the grave where he had slept.

 

Then in a pinch dark night, there came the miser’s slave..

With a pit-a-patting heart he dug the grave.

He had the intension to get his share;

From his master who was always unfair.

 

He was stunned on seeing his master poor state;

Trapped in god’s mill, anger and rage.

His eyes still open! Cold and deep!

And the poisonous creatures creeping beneath..

 

He was lying with the money he possessed!

His coins were useless! His money worthless!

Slave cried in grief, with his soul depressed

His eyes were soaked, his gestures restless!

 

The money you saved become your FOE! You are a Broken man You are LOW!

With a heavy heart he balanced the stasher’s  grave

Without picking a single cent, he walked away..

 

The same night he saw a dream!

He saw his master drowning in coins stream

His hands were full of coins and he was not letting them go..

He was still a miser even in that flow!

 

So the story of the scurvy fellow ended, but the Wretchedness Remained FOREVER FOR LONG…