The girls in the IIT rained kisses
to tell how much love they've on boys.
That fantastic event my son misses,
being in a college where the girls keep poise.
The IIT-ians have a little part
in sending up the satellites to sky.
For buying tons of kiss of love from that mart,
students next year would towards it fly.
The IITs are models of degradation
in culture, education and manners fine.
Before they're havens of porn of this nation,
send them for trial to Khap-court in a line.
Will the teachers look at any brilliant face?
What remains there these book-worms to amaze?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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