Inspiration has struck again after watching my dearest ABHIMANYU. His INTOXICATING behavior today has stirred the muse yet again
Ode to a FIRE-y Surgeon
SCALPEL SE MASKA LAGYI KE
ME USKI JAAN BACHAYI LE
THEN KYU AKSHU TURNED TO RAAKH
ALL MY DREAMS INTO KHAAKH
Tears spraying as I wail, doing Akshu's nails
I loudly curse my Fate
Cos Akshu's not my mate
I was so inTOXICating
Now I'm pontificating
To a Shivalingam and yelling
Why her and me are not gelling
My surgeon hands I will harm
To burn this R off my palm
I already burnt my fingey
Cos Arohi tried to ring me
No motor control, who cares
I cure people with my stares
I should be FIRED you say
I'm the BEST here, okay?
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