Budget Is On Road Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Budget is on road,
And it is there
To leave me breathless.

Is budget a ghost?
Is it not inside me?

I am the bone of contention
For the budget here.

Leave me alone,
And march forward, dear budget.

This earth is my skin,
If you are to do anything,
Do something for the earth.

Budget is not only
For good and services,
I know, and I know
I have to speak some other things,
Keeping the budget aside.

But lo, no one is
Listening to me.

Am I so attached?
That I know not.