GOLD DIGGER
They are desperately in love
Follow you like your shadow
Now they are called stalkers
I call them good walkers
They will follow you for days
Till you become aware of their ways
Confront them and they say
They are in love
And the next question they ask is your age
Happy that your digit falls within their gauge
Abruptly they ask you your race
Get distracted by my white face
When happy with the interview
They give you a chance to
state your views
I ask them their bank balance
For my looks had got them imbalanced
My soul to them is no threat
Nothing to be bothered with or get upset
Your bank balance is not up to the mark
This is my always spontaneous remark
Got to keep these looks alive, you marked
They call me a gold digger and go
How easily their love loses glow
After digging my heart and soul
They could not see my whole
And I am the gold digger
Lining my soul with gold.
©sunita grover raina2022
09/05/22
India
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