Bengaluru Auto Drivers
Moves like king of streets
Abruptly he turns
For many it’s not about the fare
It’s not about reaching someone somewhere
It is all about chatting with friends without a care
Request or urge him to come there
With looks like a maharaja of the yore
He with his eyes will suggest you are an eye sore
And continue with his snore
There are a obliging few
meters as honest and resolute as the morning dew
no rhyme or rhythm for its upward move
Before you realise you have pledged a fortune.
BULLS AND BEARS WE ARE THEY SAY
YOUR MONEY IS WHAT THEY PREY
AT OUR COST, THEY MAKE HAY
THE FUNDAMENTALS ARE STRONG SAID ONE EXPERT
ANOTHER SAID, CHARTS ARE WAITING TO SPURT
INVEST FOR THE LONG TERM SAID MANY
ALL BOOKED THEIR PROFITS AND TOOK MY LAST PENNY
HERE WE ARE THE LAMBS
BELIEVING IN MARGINS AND DERATIVES
NOT READING THE DISCLAIMERS
ONLY BELIEVING IN THE STOCK TIPS
Marriage, Marriage, the eternal mirage.
Begins in a garden of urge,
Soon turns into a ring of umbrage
Having babies is the default result
Rearing them is the life-long effect.
Remaining committed is the vow
Doing so in devil’s paradise is the woe.
Like my relatives and unlike yours is a couple’s mantra
Ridiculing each others’ is their agenda
Mutual distrust is what they share
Ego massaging is what they care
Marriage, Marriage, the riveting mirage
Arranged or love, without emotional bondage
becomes a horrible sausage
Has no logic or reason
Everyday reduces my ration
Economists say it is good for economy
They speak so to improve their economy.
Inflation is like one’s spouse
Always irritating like a louse.
Some say it is due to increased money supply
For everything, a loan I have to apply
In the grammar of inflation
Dal is the interjection
Saving is the adverb
Apple is eaten only in the proverb.