For Gandhigiri,
To be a disciple and follower
Of Gandhi
And his Gandhism,
They prescribed goat's milk
And asked me to take
Which but I could not
And failed I in my first attempt,
Rejected outright
In making a tryst with destiny,
Goat's milk
I could not,
The bearded goat's little milk,
The key to his success,
His success mantra
And here failed and flopped I
Packing the things to be back home
From his hut.
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