i knewsince my univ days
india is a land of
"paradoxes"
i drove my way to work place
thro' narrow high lanes of delhi
a beggar at his "mids"
probably shrivelled
morning chills
with his "classic fag"
adorn his aging fingers
my heart quipped
he wants to rule delhi
i ignored
my heart plays
naughty nerves
where i choose to go
but my soul is too fair
it says
probably they are the "Kings"
my brain interrupted
"bullshit"
it's slave instinct
i saw thro' the environs
as usual it looked with the stark realities around
my heart
quippped again
Love!
it's King Khan factor
source: pu chd
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