He came, He conquered, He left!

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

Published by เค…เค–เคฟเคฒเฅ‡เคถ เค•เฅเคฒเค•เคฐเฅเคฃเฅ€

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