Saturday, 12 April 2014


Wear a detached cloak
As it’s zero hour
The cowl doesn’t make
The monk, yet be as
Gentle as Tom C. Owen
While addressing the public
Don’t stand on sentiments
Yet, Nicole’ll come to
Your rescue at odd hours
Arrogance, damn it,
Thy name is Norman
A rose is a rose is a rose
Say ‘no’ to emotional
Dalliances, my Rostislav
Shit to be smitten with
Darwin, my arm candy
Go spiritualistic to
Call thee as Shankar
No more wish, I’ve
To be a toy in hand
It’s a clarion call
Come hither, if you
Want to know, what
Is in my heart?

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