In Nasik,when his battery sank,
A girl saved him, Shivani bua her power bank,
The 'junoon' girl danced as if she had drank,
Still he lost heart, at just '2 day wala' camp.
He thought it's a 'true love', an illusion to be frank,
Left the hotel room, with her number on his hand,
Matured, the girl was, as much he could understand,
But the girl was a narcissist, had lot on her demand.
The girl blocked his number when he did not identify,
In anger the girl said, she would marry another lad,
Douchbag, he thought, their love was all grand,
Promised he would preserve it till life has an end
Then he met a 'muffat' girl who had got first rank,
'Connection' he felt with her, that 'Kaynaat' had designed
Married he got with the girl, saying it is just 'farz' errand,
Nothing just a 'deal' he said, leaving the girl almost blank.
His heart started beating, seeing the girl,all saree clad,
Enjoyed he lot with her, leaving the other girl in angst,
Soon to realise the other girl was not the image he had,
But real mature was the girl, everyone thought was mad,
Started he falling for the girl which he never had planned
Ignoring now what he feels, burring his head in sand,
One day he would know the 'True love' after a lot of pang.
What he then does is to see,to have happy end with a bang.
5