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Comments about Kshitij Sinha
Casted with an oblivious trait
fed onto something sans copious hate
led into believing ritualistic fodder
given a choice one would rather smother
Running around within a biased loop
amiss without it, their faces would droop
So long had they feasted on the marvel
hardly would notice being trampled with gravel
grievances as shallow as a groom's demeanour
lacking belief, crouching like a insipid lemur
Deep into the abyss he couldn't feel a tremor
Mocking he was, counting his cards with a veiled murmur
lying cautiously with his precious pride ...