That you love me,
Love me!
Bobby,
Bobby, say you,
Say you, Bobby!
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Beware of friends,
Which leave it not anyone,False friends and bad companyWhich will spoil you,You earnBut money drains it outAs are a spendthriftNot hand-fisted,But the good thing is thisThat a good wife lies in waitAnd with her stepsThe fate will turn a bitBringing in good hope and peace.
My father trained me in culture and manners,
Asking me to keep a low profile.Just before he could part away,Asked me to be a scholar gipsyWith the classical fragrance of own.
Digital India,
Just it is a matter of digits,Go on pressing the keyboard,Clicking with the mouse.Everything tried it, did I,But couldn’t get the cash.
Can the priest not on the wrist of his customer?
Can the wife not on the wrist of her husband?I have seen the people tying rakhis on the wrists of passers-by.Suppose a sister has not a brother,Just suppose you a brother is sisterless.The rakhi is a symbol of love, love and bonding.
Now the older university heads have retired them all,
Can be seen in the P.G. departmentsSrutting and walking on tip-toe.Thank you.
Sitting on the gallery benches,
Circus artistes playing with brutal and bloody animalsAnd the orchestra music taking us far away.