Not sure to do it alone,
but at dusk the Banas king he mobiles me,
reminds me, “don’t we have to go?”
I says okey, “let me wash my face if so”.
Took rungs about the ring road,
finally find the banas ka king , the same rural hoe,
but a friend of yore,
looking to find himself even more.
This reminded me of another friend then,
so I go to the doctor to borrow the latest handi cam,
lightest in weight and heaviest in definition,
also took some whiskey shots,
saying, “so long see you soon,
I am back on the road”.
Still I offer two hoes could be three,
but the doctor says you go,
I have a family, golf, pussy and a dog,
City of Gandhinagar, I don’t know an ego?
Well, you go,
Time is to me. Space it’s unto you.
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