HIGH (in) COURT: A Drunk Mooter Prays For A Flowing Stream of Fun
If it may please the honourable court
I would like to proclaim:
The counsel is not ‘feelin' well,
He swears in God's name.
The night before was a trail too long,
Singing li’l life's crazy song
While each and every bit of me
Went 'round Kolkata feeling so Bong.
Your Lordship, hic! I may be wrong
But what is wrong with a first year
Who has hit the gong?
Looking at the memo, a night passes through my mind,
Of all the scenes in Kolkata, in my soul, in my life.
That night was surely the truest bliss,
Like my life giving me a midnight kiss
A kiss that drove me high
And left the judges with a wry,
Smugly, smile on their faces.
But now here is the point, where I plead, for the court
To give a heed, as the counsel gradually proceeds
To the prayer, of all those things, he humanly needs:
A flowing stream of fun; a sky shining with life;
A life without any reasons, and letting destiny to decide;
For till the day comes, I would continue to stress,
Upon this point until your Lordship agrees to be your 'HIGH' ness.
PS- This is not by me. This is by Pipo...my friend.
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