214 B

Don't shoot me down with your neat coded numbers Inhuman measure nice non corrupted style I can’t get blown over by US beauties For the one I love is already mine. Look at you blonde hair with hardly a face Heard "why the visit to US" she called out I replied "tourism is my intent madam Pleasure with friends, no business for sure". "Relations! of course carol's my net friend". Immediate relations never a niece for I had cajoled DS-160 to kindly accept But it hadn't bulged from its predefined stand. "Ok what you do", I said "cinema-movie" "You own it", I said "yes" a bit surprised "Since when" was her shot and I cry "childhood" "1962" in my consciousness as I blurted it out. "What does your friend do" I said "works" loudly "Where" and I told what I knew there and then Remembered the place, city to name them; Seconds begin to tick like a time bomb. With clicks she uploaded a coded disaster Take this 214-b active and duly registered And when you can decode the puzzle reapply Public response -New Delhi Discretion-: Now left, decry this immigration tag; Certification: “courtesy VO's gag"