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 |
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