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Lord Shiva trying to convince Parvati to not to fall in love with him
You sport Omega & wear Estée Lauder, I a street hoodlum, who just got a mug shot
I partake controlled substances, with possessions far and few
You a wine glass socialite, I a lonesome antisocial
You wear cashmere, I naturist by compulsion
In your centrally heated room u do karaoke, I a destitute
There is no glitter of Delhi here dear, power cuts abound
Marry an i-Banker lady, raise kids in east coast, I am eternally broke
My Life is not so Rosy, my Rosy, fears it has plenty
My cannabis induced ecstasy, is the stuff which horror movies are made of
O’Beauty, I am a beast, fear and trepidation my companions
My free-style vacillation is no Flamenco
Prince charming, well-groomed, with chic hair-do is what u need
A ruffian with head lice is not what girly dreams are made of!