Bribery

May it be January,

Or it be February:

I still am mandatory.

May it be monastery,

Or it be mortuary:

I follow till gravery.

May it be supplementary,

Or it be subsidiary:

I am a nation's Beriberi.

I might be stationery,

Or even be slippery:

I am yet slavery.

For all those who miscarry:

I am none other than Bribery!

P.S.This poem was written by my good friend Ragu and was posted here with his consent....