Cash is in arms like wet hyacinths
You came from a public bank with.
They called you that currency girl.
Yet you got the 2000 nobody takes.
You got your digital salary in bank.
Yet you stand in mile-long queue.
Money is black demon from shelf
That makes leaders of hollow men.
Their promises are to pay bearer.
In hollow you hear his nose blow.
(a severe cash crunch follows the recent demonetization of higher denomination currency with the objective of eliminating black money)