Sunday, June 7, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
2 my Dearest
Oh my Dear Fren Rabin!
what r U So bg doing?
why my Dear don't have a moment
2 dail n toil fingers 2 some torment
Yes Rabin! i m assured,
n i confess i m woung
2 call foul when THE MISSCALL rung
this sad guy (balaram)
is fade up with only tone alarm
Please Rabin! Do give me a ring,
vibrate my cell n shake my heart
n make my Self sing
n let my mind make a single Dart.
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