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Nitesh Aggarwal Poem
Capitalism -
Is every man screwing everyone else.
But communism -
On the other hand, is just the reverse.
Copyright © Nitesh Aggarwal | Year Posted 2010
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Nitesh Aggarwal Poem
I woke up in rapture, when she started to sing.
Naughty whispers in my ears, “Someone’s coming”
My ecstatic view;
A child is due!
Then she continues, “My mother’s visiting”
Copyright © Nitesh Aggarwal | Year Posted 2010
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Nitesh Aggarwal Poem
There once was a boy, named Abdul;
Went to get a job, fresh out of school.
All dressed up like July,
With a bow and a tie;
But left his fly open, what a fool!
Copyright © Nitesh Aggarwal | Year Posted 2007
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Nitesh Aggarwal Poem
A baby, pious, was born by aide
He named it Gaias, and felt like a jade
While he cried,
Cause mommy died.
His wife hired yet another maid.
Copyright © Nitesh Aggarwal | Year Posted 2007
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Nitesh Aggarwal Poem
There once was a dream in my sleep
I was out in the fields with my sheep
I wanted to pee
Let it out with glee
I woke up with in a puddle in my keep.
Copyright © Nitesh Aggarwal | Year Posted 2007
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Nitesh Aggarwal Poem
There once was a lady on the roof;
Basking on the sun, getting tanned, all aloof.
A towel covered her up.
She felt comfy like a pup .
Lying on the sunlit roof, oh what a goof!
Copyright © Nitesh Aggarwal | Year Posted 2007
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Nitesh Aggarwal Poem
Once upon a time, thirty years ago,
In front of a priest I stood with my beau.
“Over time”, he hailed;
“The secret will be unveiled”,
“Of a truly happy marriage”; but I still don’t know.
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Nitesh Aggarwal Poem
A ngie
N aging wife
G oing on pestering
I t feels like a stabbing knife
E bony Life.
Copyright © Nitesh Aggarwal | Year Posted 2007
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Nitesh Aggarwal Poem
It’s been eight years, and it still feels the same
As it was then, I seem to have no aim
Peer pressure
That of a fresher
Searching for my own claim to fame.
Copyright © Nitesh Aggarwal | Year Posted 2010
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Nitesh Aggarwal Poem
Just out of college, we would yearn for a touch
Sleeping together cuddled on the couch
Those were the days!
Of pre-wedding bouquets
Now I am told to go sleep alone on the couch
Copyright © Nitesh Aggarwal | Year Posted 2010
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