How Do I Love Thee? I’ll Tell What?

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How do I love thee,
Hmm, one minute, let me see,
Actually no, if try to say,
I’ll count and count
For so many days!

I love you more than Abhi love Ash
I love you more than minister love cash,
I love you more than Hrithik love ‘Kites’
I love you more than moth love tubelight

I love you more than bird love air
I love you more than lice love hair
I love you more than fish love sea
I love you more than monkey love tree

I love you more than Kasab love blast
I love you more than Empty Virar fast
I love you more than Paratha with Ghee,
I love thee more than you love me!

Now you only tell how can I count
I love you more than infinite amount!

Ode to a diva

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Hate’s too strong,
Dislike’s too weak,
There’s not a word,
To describe this freak!

With rose-tinted glasses
And cheap bleached hair,
She walks around,
Without a care.

It beats me how
She can live in a bubble
And turn a blind eye
To all signs of trouble.

The apple of her daddy’s eye,
She hides the rotten core inside,
She says, “I’m worried bout the masses”
And thinks their heads are up their asses.

You poor, ignorant narcissist
You’re at the top of my hate list,
But then again how does it matter
I bet you think this poem flatters!