A poem on my disco night out of the boredom of life.
I was utterly bored. I wanted to live this stereo typed life no more. I had a job, I earned money. But this whole setup of life appeared to me funny. I called my friends one day. Except me they were all happy and gay. I asked one of them whether with me at my place she would stay. So came Twinkle and we talked a lot. I made a pizza and we had lots of maza. But then we got an idea and said to each other, hey, let’s go to a disco. It did not prove very difficult to from our house khisko. In the disco we talked a lot, acted weird, drank soda and ate lots of French fries. We danced with almost every girl and guy. I danced to my favorite numbers and clapped. But it was now getting time for everything to get wrapped. When all wanted me to dance on a number close to their hearts. I had to find a partner for the starts. But luckily I got one and I walked despite feeling dizzy. Nonetheless with the drinks getting on me or not dancing whole night I got myself busy. Now my mood was changed. I started to analyze and feel better and all said to me hi, you just rocked the show being a hi-if and beautiful trend setter. It all made me happy again, and with new energy, strength of mind and good spirits I started to love the life-game.