Hakuna Matata!

The whole year’s a protest vote,

the entire world’s gone right.

Anxiety’s a rupee note

demonetised one night.

The hospital’s just a shell -

frontline for a proxy war.

The rose is a rose minus smell.

The sea’s a plastic tidal swell.

But the afternoon news at four

said democracy’s doing well,

what are you worried for?

It conquers all in the end

whichever road you take.

The foe of a foe is a friend

give protocol a break.

And sovereign countries are equal

but some are a little more.

The rose is a rose, the guns lethal.

The shop’s closed down, the meal’s frugal.

But the afternoon news at four

said the stock market’s doing well,

what are you worried for?

The anthems of the citizens small

are quite audibly low.

They plod, and trudge, they fight and fall

wherever they might go.

But the Defence is phenomenal -

from mountains to seashore.

The rose is a rose, media’s social.

This status's likely illegal.

This afternoon, the news at four

said by and large we’re doing well,

what are you worried for?

Still in stocktaking- and common-measure-mode, folks! :) Just a few more days to tote...I mean, before the holidays begin in earnest. To be honest, I get into holiday mode on 1st December itself.  But I have a milestone exam candidate in the house this year, so probably no travelling. Painful.  Big time cabin fever alert. 

Though come to think of it, this might be just the chance to tie up all the loose ends and half-done writing projects abandoned because of lack of time or some other rubbish excuse....hmmm...

Wish you a lovely week and run-up to the year end.