Money Laundering
A mist led Sunday morning,
Indian Ocean walked beyond the territories,
Dressed in black cloth like a no moon night,
Some Banks sank under the Tsunami waters,
Currency notes floating like paper boats,
Dressed in wetness,
Launders came and ironed all the flood washed notes!
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