Kehdo Naa, You Are My Sonia

Mamma Mia! The Sensex has fallen
Go fill your petrol, right now by the gallons!
Oil is zoomin up, the stocks are turmblin down
The analyst's smile, replaced with a frown
Risotto, with two Left feet, did you say?
What tandav is upon the nation today?
Just when we thought we were truly shining
It's back to our whining and then some pining
What twists and turns adorn our rasta
Like the twisted turns of sphagetti pasta
Hammer and sickle, red coloured pickle
Danger ahead, with loyalties so fickle
It doesn't help then, that the PM's lingo
Will help those khakhis, point a finger
The equations are Mulayam, the son's still chikna
Par us turbaned comrade ko, kuch nahin dikhna
Cry, my beloved country, this soup's more than rasam
The spice is too tez, Badey Pope di kasam
This pizza ain't no plain, cheesy Margherita
Its topping is karela, well n truly bitter!
Tis true the netayin, is wrapped in handloom sari
Her chums include, sattu-like Biharis
Par, what to do? When the origin is Turin
Poor lady must be saying: Ab hum ka karin!
You can't wear desh-bhakti, on yr khadi sleeves
Not when every shakha, weeps,shrieks and grieves
Saffron's bad in front, but red's worse on the side
Oh for some chullu, with some thanda pani to hide!