In the market's grand bustling gyre,
Behold Mercedes, noble steed,
Yet her worth's not echoed in her creed,
For a crisis unseen, does the crowd misread.
Beneath the sun's relentless glare,
India, the snail, lags in race,
Green-energy's hare sets a daunting pace,
While resources wane, a weary chase.
The scholars in their ivy towers,
Observe the dog and rabbit's duels,
In tales woven by the minstrel's rules,
Seek they wisdom or are they but fools?
