Inflation hits high
Prices have gone up.
Everything is dear.
complains the cook
grumbles the chauffeur,
mumbles the gardener
voices the security guard.
We need a hike not marginal
but a liberal they say altogether.
A security alarm, I feel.
Dumbfounded watch them gesticulate
and hear them patiently
feeling who would grant me a hike
as inflation has also hit me badly.
Pensive I sat there like a dumbbell
Then decided to accede
as otherwise my work would recede
with an inlay of selfish pursuit.
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