Cheat, not cheater
I corrected a Rajendra
On one of his vigorous
Self-defence trips.
He said whatever till I
Understood what he meant.
He was right, for once.
He was communicating
His frustration to people
Who could not understand,
In a lingo all could
Understand but could not
Speak till coloured water
Sunk their inhibitations.
The lingo of coloured water.
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