In the midst of silent night,
Inside a pouch of hide,
Erupted an intense fight,
As two egos did collide.
“I am new, I am new, and I am new,
I will always have a higher value.
I am all rich men’s choice.”
Claimed one, in an emphatic voice.
“Oh, flamboyant one! You,
In spirits paltry and quantum few,
But I am derelict’s voice.”
Retorted the other, bereft rejoice.
When the telly buzzed, the next day,
A reporter announced in great dismay,
“The Thousand, from now, is sure invalidated…”
Thus, the Hundred, finally had the contest dominated.
P.S. : Demonetization…