A queer boy is he,
A man of trifle things,
Trivia,
Trivial stuffs,
He keeps talking about
Men and people,
Habits and manners,
Night parties,
Street loafers,
Roamers and ramblers,
Drinkers and drunkenness.
What others say it,
He takes to believing
Right or wrong
Rather than the word
Of guardians,
To quarrel and blame
His job,
To go after newest things
And to waste money
His mentality.
To see the ads
And to place online orders,
To give bluff,
To be boastful of,
To be hypocritical,
To do backbiting
And to criticize
His nature
So short-tempered
Never broad-minded
He is but a small man
So narrow,
Shallow and hollow from within.
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