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Monday, May 9, 2011

Death of a Banker, foretold

Drowning, choking, slowly killing
In the swirling waters of currency notes

Beneath the debris of credits and debits
Settling down
Into the mud of greed, of breach of trust,
Of bribes and frauds and distrust
Into the quicksand of speculations

Hopes of life bursting like bubbles of my breath –

I dream -
Of snow-capped mountains…
****** Balachandran V, Trivandrum 09.05.2011


  1. Sailing through a tough time eh?

    Hang on.. things will be alright.

    .. We'll always have the snowcapped moutains.

  2. I know you cant wait to reach and surrender yourself to the beauty of snow capped mountains :)

    Your banker story - neatly told in those few lines.

  3. you should jus go to snow-capped mountains and dream there


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