Sayeth the Spendthrift, 'for thy Sovereign, thus, I attest my love'
'To- as if plucked from the forge lacking an asbestos glove-
'I so speed it on its wanton way
'& 'gain to beg, a scarred palm display!'
A Miser, I make no reply
& should my purse strings loosen to release a sigh
My rosary I'll tighter tell
As Usury bellows Philadelphia's bell.
Envoi-
Midons! Reck this reckless of a Sovereign yet
An air is not an heir ye canny beget.
Note-
The conceit in the first stanza is based on Ghalib 67.02.
ہے نازِ مفلساں زرِ از دست رفتہ پر
ہوں گل فروشِ شوخیِ داغِ کہن ہنوز
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