All this petty domestic stuff,
makes me wanna create a fuss,
Through the day my mind is abuzz,
could this all really be a bluff?
I know the story about Mohmaya
but could you really afford to be without an aayah;
They say in the end it will all be fine,
but what about the pressure it puts on my spine?
Everyday I wake up with a new Vigour
to breeze through the day with lots of Jigar;
But comes the night with new problems to figure,
I'm left with my friend, a glass of beer.
Oh God, I need a place to hide,
just to be sane and make time bide;
But as I wait for the wave to tide over,
What the hell, I'm already reborn and running all over!!!
( If you are going through the above syndromes, pls join the Party)..
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