Inflation Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

When prices rose six percent or nigh
The mantriji1 felt mighty good;
And when twice as high
He felt the figure to fall as should;
When piercing roof four times high
He hoped, ho-hummed, hapless, shy;
Asked his chief babu2, posing wise,
Should we shift to a monthly rise?
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1. Mantriji1: Means ‘minister’ as addressed by his minions.
2. Chief babu2: Chief bureaucrat/secretary.
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-Tongue-in-cheek | 03.01.13 |