Recession Blues
-By Dhruv Sapra
A financial year was never so feminine
And Indian festivities never so deaf, lame and blind
Year celebrations were great at dawn
Outset though was quite, mourn
Colourful Holi was never so dry
Colour of pink slips, with a wet of tears’ cry
Drought of perks, salary scares
A promotion you ask for, “Don’t dare!”
The fasts of nine days extends a fortnight
Fear, terror, pain is all in sight
Independence Day no more for fun
The ‘chhutti’ turns sour as it drags over months
Dussehra is celebrated over the world across
Each fired, feeds to fire the vampy boss
Deepawali is lit bright at the India gate
With candles, protests office foes, together now mates
Christmas no green but all’s red, sans carol songs
Hope this winter no longer prolongs
Companies to put aside their profit scope
Comes around another year with bright days of hope
Wipe out off the forehead the nervy dew
Together make a sound to beat the recession blues
-A dhruv sapra copyright!
