Of XPeng's rise, a tale I unfold,
As it doth reap the gold, its worth so told.
Like a sea-serpent rises from the brine,
In markets far east, its shares do shine.

In India's realm, Paytm doth quake,
A sudden blow its foundation doth shake.
As hammers strike 'gainst the anvil's grain,
In strife and turmoil, stability wanes.

Yet, foreign coins toward India shift,
On China's shores, they no longer drift.
Yet sudden tempests give pause in kind,
As uncertainty casts shadows o'er the mind.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur