He kept his cool
Walked by River Thames
Enjoyed breeze
'Oh my London
I come here
Every now and then
Don't feel like outsider
I'm a foreigner
In my own country'
All fifty six inches intact
Security around
Still cannot lift head
What's wrong guy
Spring weather?
His only worry
Is legitimate
If Mallya and Lalith
Spot him there
They are not ungrateful
Will definitely say
'Thank you sir
For your great help'
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