Where do you dwell from
That keep you miscalling and miscalling?
Have you, have you
No work to do,
To do,
Nothing to?
That instead of calling,
Calling,
Give, give you
Missed calls, missed calls?
Are you,
Are you short of money,
O Miscaller?
If you don’t have, why do you?
Miscaller, may I,
May
I know your identity,
Who,
Who you are!
Are you a thief
Or a goon
Or a lover?
Who, who you are!
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I hearing the sad music
Circus artistes playingAnd performing.
Why to eye,
The wife of other man,Alauddin?You already know itThat she is the queenOf Ratansen.And instead of thatKeep youEyeing her.Why,Why will it be,Alauddin?
Is a pamphlet,
A treatise,A discourseOn poetry and criticism,Criticism and poetry,How to write poetry,How to do a critique of?But the trend of hisOf the Neo-classical age,The age of satireAnd satiric writing.
This late into the night
Giving missed calls
And cutting!
Make you not afraid of,
Harass you not,
Heckle you not,
Miscaller
This late midnight!
True Caller is there
To tell you,
Tell you about your identity,
There to track you
And your calls and identity!
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