My dear Prime Minister
You have kept your word
At last we are cashless now
With less cash to hold
Went to many ATMs in town
To withdraw my own cash
‘RBI is sick, come tomorrow'
Machine said in sweet voice
I know you are in London
For meeting of Commonwealth
Trip oversees fine once in a while
Do not ignore country's health
On your way back dear sir
Please pass by Switzerland
Tell them to give our money
Hope they will understand
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