A gandu poem
Choose a right company,
of good people, of nice people.
Complete your education;
in a good way, in a right way.
learn, not what you like, learn, what others like.
Find a girl and talk shit to her,
at a CCD, or a barista.
Chod her in some khopcha
in a quick way, in a hurried way.
Marry, some other slut
Not the one u like. But what others like
keep maraing your gand,
at the job, and at your home
A man’s gand is never free.
keep uchking all the time,
if not boss ka ghitta, then wife ka lauda
Do not; what you like, do what others like.
Have kids for a change
Fill the forms, and watch them grow
Worrying for them late into the sleepless night
Of son’s bad company, and of beti ki chudai
U may want to beat the shit out of them
but, do what they like and not what you like
Atlast at the end of it all
Plagued with budhapa and bimari
All alone with nobody to look after
Take a rope and end the story
After all, thats what everyone would have liked.
P.S. keeping the tradition of diversity in content i had to write a poem,