The Exalted

Honourable scribe of Santa Singh, Banta Singh. Patented Knight, with malice towards one and all. Aging beast of H.T. fame, heartless Singh of Singhs. O! Lewd one, discourage not the budding souls. Heard Bond wrote a piece; you break another heart. ‘If’ was quoted twenty, but you played your wicked part. Is it not, the aged who learn with the passage of time. Supreme are the paths of learning for those who rhyme. Beware! Prarthana still remains unaware; ‘Who hath done it and where?’ fails to compare. Macbeth’s jealous theories, and your side of the real story. You holier than thou, atop those mountains of sand, Basking in the limelight’s of sheer indulgent praise. True lord! These exalted, hearken Kalyug’s arrival.