Scrap Notes Poem by arsmitha khanna

Scrap notes! !
The joyful regret of the grey hearts,
Flood widely across the expanse;
While, there it mushrooms, the two opposites,
To the unparalleled verdict,
Of that of India's true leader:
The exhilarated populace of the candid sector, and-
The corrupt and the shady sector lamenting over their black'
And no longer shall it pride,
The hidden black, over its digits;
Which now hold not any value,
But only for its esteemed imprint!

Turning the wallets of the dishonest
To mere squares of leather;
In scores of sacks it gets bundled up, the scrap notes,
To shove its way into the bin defiantly;
And leaving plenty in plight,
Comes in, with might-
The new 500s and 2000s;
To tear down every decadent sleaze,
To rip out every vile inequity,
And -
Mounting boundless hopes among the good,
Escalating youth full of beans,
Marks our leader a terrific onset-
For not only a potent but also a developed India! ! !
JAI HIND! ! !