‘If music be the food of love ,then play on, give me the excess of it’ bids Duke Orsino, in Shakespeare”s, Twelfth Night.
Excess of anything , be it music , food, drink , money ,love, prompts sickness.
The appetite gets surfeited, the interest disappears,the love wanes,and the glamour fades.
The global economy is facing a turbulence.
There is unpredicted sullenness, unprecedented stiffness and unlamented sorrow.
Governments world over , are trying to pull the broken ,badly beaten economy , by providing rescue programmes.
A resurrection is much expected.
But , it is not going to happen.
The markets are waxing and waning like the Moon.
We have to face the music.
Meenas Poems 