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A nursery poem,

The man with the scar |

Went to a bar |

Said to the bartender to give him a car |

Bartender ne chutku ko kar diya bahaar |

Halaki uska chota hai aakaar |

Aur ghar pe usko lagti hai fatkaar |

Par bike chalane ke tareeke usko pata hai prakaar |

Aur life mein uska ambition is to be bekaar |

Khana khake aati hai use jor ki dakaar |

The man with the scar |

Who wants to be a star |

End of poem

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Written by Kalpesh Muchhal

August 22, 2010 at 12:00 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

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