Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
To shred your argument.
Analysis is the only gateway,
To reach knowledge and wisdom's bay.
It also has a habit to dawn,
Present it self in its nude form,
Seeking of you to only have the balls,
To accept it at its face and call.
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