MY PĀTHÏ CRORE-PĀTHÏ Was looking here & there For my Pāthï But I fail to look at the top Or bottom of the tree My “pāthï” was restive He was rarely seen at the back yard Now Claim doing a bit gardening He carried a bundle Said it’s fertiliser I like & love my pāthï Though he is not a Crores-pathi Often said he Money not grows on tree Advice me to be thrifty. His political brother is rich But parsimonious In his home money grows everywhere & anywhere His brother send discarded clothes It was in a soiled bundle and wet To dry-up he needed a tree So he gave it to my spouse For drying-up The sun was at its zenith Tree canopy warmed up Along with that bundle of fertiliser Raid party turned up Smelling money at the backyard Two three men clobbered up And the dried up bundle down Found contain hundreds of ₹2000 Bundles. So my Pāthï claimed to be A CROREPATHI. (Photo taken from media News paper)