Arz kiya hai.....
Baitha mein aadhi raat ko post likhta,
kash kisi free stream par cricket match dikhta,
Aur mein yahan trying to be a shayar,
Waiting for my laundry thats in the dryer.
Arre dekho isse, likhne chala katha,
poetry ke bare mein toh kuch nahin pata.
What to write about that is the question?
Maybe Josh McCabes constant indigestion.
Nahi yaar, have a heart
Oh no! theres another rancid fart!!
Sorry boss, mein kya kar sakta hoon
I guess air freshner will have to do.
But guys, he's not the one to blame.
Yahaan ka khana khakar everyone's the same.
Miss good old home food and how
Khila do yaar ek vada-pav.
Kahaan hai woh rajma-bhaath,
made by mummy's loving haath.
Khaani hai mujhe pani-puri,
Food situation toh hai bahut buri.
Ab choddo yaar khane ki baat,
varna rote rahunga sari raat.
Padhai ki baaten toh karunga nahi,
jab tak dimagi halat hai sahi.
Wish I could atleast watch some cricket,
Chillaoonga jab girega dushman ka wicket.
Ye firang toh sirf daude from base to base,
I'd rather watch some donkeys race.
Socha tha mumbai mein India jitegi without a doubt,
Score dekha toh sehwag, tendulkar, dravid out!!!
If you have to, throw some fists,
But beat those damn imperialists.
I feel there is a bit more to be said,
but unfortunately its time for bed.
Neend toh ane wali hai jhakas,
par 5 ghanto mein hai orgo ka class.