'Flabbergasted ', always we're;
To be elated, is need ours.
The century of turn on's make us feel;
that we're living in fantasy Reel.
Sound of some, comes like a Knell.
As if they're whispering from the Hell!
YES, we're Novice,
But not bounded by some apprentice.
'Frustrated', We're,
Rejoice, is the need of hour.
We're guys of this century,
Please, don't play with Our fury.
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