GDP of the Nation

It is over 8.

It can’t be, 7 at the maximum.

It is actually between 4 and 5.

It is just a matter of the methodology.

The Debate rages on Grossly.

It is only Polemics and Puffery,

Grandiose Dimension and Pontification.  

 

Back at the ashram

The celibate Guru

Celebrates with his devotees.

Mantra to Tantra

Mesmerized, people follow

Lost in life, their way.

The God Delusion of the People.

 

The poll promises

They never keep

Hope is what they feed.

Gas Dispensing Politicians.

 

At the school

The teacher tests

The ability to rote of the,

Generally Dulled Pupil.

 

Everyone becomes (im)patient

At the hospital meant for

Diagnosis and medication,

Good Doctors and Prescription.

 

Air you breathe, choking lungs

Causing a million deaths

Leaves our city with

Grave and Dangerous pollution

  

Life grills

Day in and day out

Yet public braving through

Gamely and Daring People

 

Panipuri to Meduvada

Pickles that tickles

Sweets sugary and gooey

Gastronomically Delicious Palate

 

Billions and growing

Assamese to Tamilians

Ethnicity in many a city

Great Diversity in Population

 

From silks to Khadi

Hand Looms of variety

In colours of rainbow

Fashion in the cities, like a

Glorious Daily Pageantry