Recipe For Disaster Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Take a com capital— all and entire
A chief money bag caught on raging fire.

Imagine a one-way-no-return street,
With a criss-cross of lanes, an endless mire,
And entries not restricted as to fleet,
In such mess runs a red-line bus, Desire.

Imagine speeds if at all restricted,
Limited were but by the maximum,
Auto engines on a minimum hum,
And say, the cut off is hourly hundred.

And that the auto windshields are tainted,
The windows are rolled up and duly shut,
Curtains are drawn that light and view be cut,
And traffic sign has baffling orange shed.

Imagine there were gorges mighty deep,
And no one knew, road abruptly ended,
Nor that the City's highland was dreaded,
The bus has now no option but to leap.

And then this country's Bus known as Desire,
Brakeless, hurtling down a gradient of greed—
Shuddering to think of the end so dire,
One stops here, prefers no further to read.

And yet, the bus is rescued scratch-less safe—
Say, caught as if in TUFLON fibre nets—
Oh to save country's billion dollar bets,
The World Bank had to bow, and IMF!

Ravenous hunger of one greedy land,
Forces one of world's blanket most free deal,
And recipe if needed we've on hand
Of a meltdown—today's red raging ill!
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This is a tongue-in-cheek piece on financial meltdown and collapse of banking in USA with world repercussions of 2008-09.
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Happenings | 03.07.09 |