Those sparkling ornaments <br />Which I had forgone <br />With least sense of being a donor <br />To save the prestige of someone <br />Never bitten me, until - <br />I received its Account. <br /> <br />The mighty receiver’s pledge <br />Hurt me at my palm <br />I gave it without any noise <br />It seems it will return with clamor, <br />When prestige is no more at stake. <br />Donor is at the mercy of receiver. <br /> <br />The crown firmly placed on head <br />Balance grown at coffers <br />There is urge in mind to repay <br />With a statement in public <br />Want to be a reliever. <br />Settler of scores, at givers cost. <br /> <br />It was prestige at pledge, then. <br />It’s indebtedness that stings, now. <br />From all the angles, you have cause <br />A bookkeeper of valuable’s accounts. <br />Some givers don’t expect returns <br />But all receivers enjoy the 'take'. <br /> <br />Don’t take for the sake of take <br />Don’t return for the sake of return <br />Give and take is not a game <br />Give and take, not all can be accounted <br />Give and take, not all can be settled. <br />Many a times, it’s part of relation. <br /> <br />Givers, please beware, <br />You give and they take <br />If you didn’t, they have others <br />They also know to keep account <br />Whether you keep it or not. <br />Account - is also a prestige issue <br />Never knowing who will audit. <br /> <br />-vidi- <br />23-04-08<br /><br />Vidi Writes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/x-account/
