On the second dip, half fell in my tea,
Is there no law for biscuit makers?
Some will say, “Ah, let it be.”
I say: “Ain’t some very callous bakers?”
The tea-dip is the biggest joy,
That some of us with biscuits get.
Why would they want all the fun to destroy,
When it just falls instead of getting soft and wet?
Why vote for politicians to power,
If they can’t even ensure such simple pleasure?
Of dipping a cookie of sugar and flour,
In tea, at one’s reasonable leisure.
Intelligentsia of this great nation, rise,
We demand some basic amenities for us.
A dipped biscuit falling in tea, as a surprise,
Is like a pedestrian being run over by bus.
GDP growth and other such figures,
Are for the die-hard statician.
Falling biscuits, for us are strong triggers.
To take to task the errant politician.
I suggest a six months jail term,
For the first crime of negligence.
Upholding standards we must be firm.
When dipping our biscuits with elegance.
In biscuits and human safety norms,
Dips should be as safe as can be.
We ask for wide-ranging reforms,
For India, that is Bharat, our great country.
