A DAY 🌄 WITH MR .PRAFUL👱

A poor grocer , closes his store.
Pulls the shutter, which makes him sore.
For he doesn't like this part of the day,
And of course he loved and enjoyed his stay.
The store for others, to him was atelier,
For customers he's Mr .fatty-tatty fool,
But his store says he's Mr. Praful.
Praful's Veggies! the board read,
With cut outs of cabbage and others spread.

Afternoon saw him having his meal,
And upon his mattress with his big box of steel,
Sat Ram and Babloo , and here goes the reel!
That played everyday at this time of day,
Sometimes a game of cards makes its way.

Evening proceeds , customers recedes.
The left over stock is never paid heed.
Closing time is so very gloomy,

Presents his life , he hates so much truly.

Till now his life that basked in light of carelessness,
Grew shady and shady,
As clouds of responsibilities clouded his happiness,
Reminding him he's a man with a family.

His children will soon be going to school,
Still he's so careless and spends like a fool.
Huh! when will our Mr. Praful start being responsible?
Poverty , doesn't tag you with label - ineligible!

However, hantle of Mr.Praful are found in surrounding,
Like he owned his shop we too possess something.
An achievement or opportunity we feel proud about,
But a lot of us wane it away and then shout.
Cards and friends of our grocer,
Come in disguise as various distractions.
Time gets passed in such leisures,
and when our head is no longer above water.
We panick and lose things that matter.

May we reach high and far,
But never forget who we are.
Turning our backs to our duties,

and dwelling in our self made realities.
Will only make us come as fool.
And in times when we'll need ourselves
We'll be next Mr. Praful.