DeMon

8 November 2016

At the stroke of 8.15 pm

Surgical strike pronounced on us

In a live address by PM

We, the 500 and 2000 currency

Consigned to dust sans mercy

Sound waves carry news

Like wildfire

Disbelief grips collective psyche

Nation in hysteria

Citizens left stunned

In one stroke

We become redundant

Shunned like plague 

To be abandoned

They say they sounded our death knell

To combat terrorism and corruption

Nation debates aftermath of our fate

Chant of NaMo turns to DeMo

The ignominy of our death only sufferers know

In serpentine queues in utter chaos

Masses and boss

Finding it tough to access own brass

While weddings get canceled

Hospitalizations get freak

We take your leave

Between optimism and skepticism

To attend our bonfires and immersions