Dipping his stick in magic soap,
He keeps blowing into the air.
Carrying a message of hope
The bubbles emerge, in thin air.
Fascinated, spellbound, we stare,
Holding our breaths, hoping they will last,
As each bubble dances in the air
We watch, fragile hopes floating past.
We hope he has imbued them with spells
To carry them through the turbulence;
We hope they won't break, nor dispel;
We pray in fervent desperation.
Greenspan kept blowing his bubbles
Till they blew up one day in our face.
Bernanke has now been installed
As High Priest: to convey all our prayers.
(written on 12-January-2010)
Uncle Sam's fairy tale
Cinderella's coach was created
From a pumpkin, couple of mice;
A turn of the wand generated
The coach, and all that was nice!
Greenspan used his wand very well,
Flooding the world with money;
But he was in charge of the press
That's known as the U.S. treasury!
Bernanke has now taken up
What Greenspan had long back started.
He is busy conjuring up
Dollars where none ever existed!
At the stroke of 12 she had to run,
For the magic would lose its power.
All fairy tales are good and fun,
Till comes the inevitable hour!
(written on 31-December-2008)