Pass Book.

There I carry a passbook A passbook with little credits But entries of debit everyday Where I spend it in vague Several days passed and entries But in real necessity I forget That the debit is large enough And credit balance almost extinct How I remember the first withdrawal Only my mother knew it She is no more and gone for ever Abandoning me in this cruel world Where no one tries to love But always pretends to be loved Still my debit account is large My credit balance anytime expire I wonder, how I spent it, In wise ways or foolish ways Only my friends and relatives knows..