Letting the people
Troubled
By your demonetization,
Discontinuation of
Rs 500 and 1000 denominations,
Devaluing and discontinuing them
As for the fake minting houses
Locate across the borders
And the black money
Of the black sheep
Making them under heat and dust
Daylong,
The queue is the same,
Men have come,
But not gone,
Waiting and waiting,
The day has ended,
But the new notes have not been printed
How can it be, sir,
Letting the people wait,
Queued and waiting impatiently,
Suffocating,
You travelling in a Japanese bullet train
With the Japanese Prime Minister
Taking the delight of the journey
To be introduced in India
Whereas people dying of tension and stroke
Herein occasionally,
How can it be,
How can it be, sir?
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A surgical strike! An interesting write.