Bimar kavita
"Sick Poem
Am I just being defamed for no reason?
I desire your remedy, nowhere in the market.
No cold, pain, or ointment,
No bananas, milk, or fruits,
My black color is not a chameleon,
Behold, it's a lifelong illness,
Where the price of loyalty is the whole life.
Admit it, now resolve, recognize it,
This is my very own poem that's sick,
It's been named "KanganChodDhaxad."
This sickness is of a true lover after meeting a true beloved,
Consuming intoxicating liquid with the nourishment of a serpent's gem, and,
Hail, hail, hail, hail Mahakal, ghosts rise at midnight,
Desires flee to the cremation ground, etc... heard KR,
She knows.
My sick poem to be.............
With love to all,
Dr. Jagdish Bajantri."
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