Rhythmic intolerance
I don't care
To verify
Where
And when
Storm began to wind up
Our special conjugation
Rhythmic chaos
Such a big bull
Always glorify
Our chin to cackle
The war behind
Moustaches are old but brilliant
And bold the history
Of knocking down shows the sanction
The hero to beg on the Good Earth
Ultimate is zero
But ultimatum bears a character
To bow down the truth undone
But inevitable!
Pranab k c
14/03/2017
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