Vishwajeet Singh
Very often do we use slangs
Addressing friends or the rival gangs,
Things may go wrong due to bad luck
Yet we say “What the ****!”
On your birthday you get a precious gift
In delight, you jump and scream in the lift,
One fine day, it gets crushed under a truck,
Terrified! You howl “What the ****!”
You are a potter who’s won a lottery,
You announce “I’ve won, who damn cares about pottery!”
At pubs and discotheques, you spend the million bucks,
Next day you are robbed, you cry “What the ****!”
Your dream girl says “It’s over”
“Gosh! Thank God, she said before I bought her a land rover!”
You are up the whole night as the clock struck,
In the morning, you say, “Boy, I’m single, What the ****!”
Strolling in a park, you steal a flower,
Dreaming about your beloved, you think of a date on Eiffel Tower,
Your dream quashes! Ahh! Park officials saw you pluck
You pay a hefty fine and utter, “What the ****!”
Life is to love and to enjoy
If you try, even in sorrows you’ll find joy,
Love all, don’t kill the black buck!
Or you’ll pay and say, “What the ****!”