He made it to the third phase (of Hinjewadi),
Queued by the giant’s blue three eggs,
Riding through the Vehicle storm,
A child in the corp-market was then born..
Life in a glass,
and formal shallow talks,
amazed him upto some end,
It wasn’t long before he realised,
It was just a 9 hours game
Then he made it to honeymoon day,
Corp trainings are a chance to flirt ur way
You could find a friend in her,
Or Make it work with five pegs down,
secretly love with some frown,
Become a poet if turned down
The time arrived,
To part his ways,
The two months were served,
Like a holiday package,
Breakfast done in a matinee show,
Round of strokes on a table tennis floor,
The notice period, remained so unnoticed,
juggling with his career phase,
Craving for the nights to come,
They couldn’t be sweeter,
than these days
