Demonetisation
A Note’s Perspective
Once I was the king,
Everyone wanted me to buy their ring.
O Modiji, what wrong did I do!
You ousted me like a broken tooth.
I thought politicians were my best friend
And yet here you are, scraping me from my den.
People gathered me, kept me, grew me,
Even hid me from your eyes
And yet you did not heed to their
Lives full of plight!
You wanted me for people's betterment
And they wanted the same.
O Modiji, what wrong I did
I was merely their secret hid.
They had sent me overseas
To be safe in swiss accounts.
O Modiji, what wrong I did
In taking the tour of world around
I was enjoying my illegal transits
Without coming back to you (as tax).
O Modiji, I think now I know what wrong I did
In not helping the poor around!
Lokesh Kumar Sharma
3046, Batch of ‘13