That itty bitty money-plant you see cost little enough
When I moved into this office. Its leaves were then rough
Little green triangles, flecked with bits of white
As I left it in the balcony to catch the morning light.
My money-plant tried really hard to grow – yet it seemed stuck
In awe of other, older plants. I thought it’d bring me luck –
But that year came the drought, the rupee crashed and soon the street
Below my house was filled with angry shouts and marching feet.
The government fell. My money-plant was quite a sorry sight,
Though daily someone watered it and sometimes every night.
Tomorrow is oath-taking and it really is sinister
How money-plants can cause such pain to ex-Finance Ministers.