There is much ado,
On stock markets of metro;
It’s not uncommon sight,
In channel and news night;
Dawn to dusking,
To see the stocks rolling;
Faster than the pace of light,
Unsure of the calamities plight;
Bomb blasts do not stop,
Or sink the morale of traders laptop.

Brokers paradise of today,
Is the tomorrow’s ground day;
As and when prices shoot,
With a movement of boot;
Even with dacoit’s loot,
One can bargain with coot;
With the broker’s brace,
Show case share holders’ lace;
Bad bulls mock at the budget,
At the savings of poor valet.

-- G.C. Rao
01 - 08- 2006