Black hands now engaged to remove black money from those
Who have no sufficient food to meet a complete day,
No concrete shelter to protect themselves from wind and flood
Live almost away from the modern world as the alien of other planet
All these commoners now busy in spending their days in bank-queue
To prove themselves non-black by changing currency earned by day labor
Spine of a village-based cultivating land has been bent
Non-availability of new currency from banned banks in village sector
Just at the high time of harvesting which needs seeds, fertilizer, labor
To process the cultivation
Ignites the red eyes of suffered common Indians
Approx 110 crores are they measuring the height of the black scam made by disguised
Self-declared transparent sticky
Who have already proved themselves the liar
By not keeping their commitments
Of recovering unpaid-tax-Indian-blacks from foreign banks within 100 days
As soon as achieving the seat to govern
More than 700 days have already passed away
Yet they do not dare to touch a single hair of those
Dearest black account holders in foreign banks
Whose indirect direction perhaps complied by these disguised war-mongers
Bugled loudly as fascist style another lie of 50 days to collect black from within
And battling the poorer and commoner to exist as a family man
Dawn to dusk with uncertainty and tension for coming days to exist
People believed them and encrowned by casting
Their votes in democratic system and on the contrary
Commoners got the return from those betrayers by receiving
The punishment of seizing own right to use own coins whenever and how much need
Small shops run by little capital will be evaporated soon by getting
Minimum-currency-ration sanctioned through banks
Corporate world could captivate the internal harmony
Social economic and cultural by their own style of capturing market
FDI in retail once opposed by Indian people
Perhaps its the new phase of implementing strategy
The leeches of Transparent India Sloganeer adopting quiet in hide
What's the hell going on throughout a land of 33 lacks of God
Just come and see my poor ancestors who once taught us
To keep our feet firm in favor of truth and solidarity!
Pranab k c
27/11/2016
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'Non-availability of new currency from banned banks in village sector Just at the high time of harvesting which needs seeds, fertilizer, labor To process the cultivation' the chaos of restive policies, bad planning and lack of cash; easy to see the fruits of such labour; an intriguing insight