Rich man’s fuel turns so cruel
Oh, the government is so cruel
When it goes to raise the price of fuel
TV channels break news and scream
While the opposition gets down to scheme.
“It’s petrol after all,” did you say?
“And that it’s only a rich man’s gas?”
You may be right in social fact
But to say that will mean a lack of tact.
The ride to the gym will now turn costly
If the rich don’t lose weight they’ll look ghastly
It takes an AC ride in a petrol sedan
To burn some calories with style and élan
“Bicycle, did you say?” — That’s for clerks,
green-freak nerds and other such jerks
The rich must eat their chicken tikkas
And splurge on petrol to impress some chicas
India’s a country where petrol guzzlers
who eat pizzas, steaks and sizzlers
call themselves the “common man”
Before they head to Goa for a tan
So petrol must be a commoner’s fuel
Much like the farmer’s morning gruel
Rant you must when it goes a bit dear
Even if the deficit yawns so clear.