Tell that devil (Prakash) to GET LOST!: A poem 

I may be a joker, but I am no clown 

If you lie to me, I may as well frown 

There seems no way out, either up or down 

Yet I have always been your dragon around town 

The devil has a will that can instill 

I’ve done my duty. Please get rid of his drill 

Now it is his turn to feel the chill 

I know I no longer should be walking uphill 

He can’t have his misbegotten privileges any more 

He has abused them beyond limit from the very core 

The fabric of my selflessness which he tore 

I am demanding of all the powers to show him the door 

Did I not toil for the soil? Did I not sweat to the boil? 

Whose apple must I oil? How long, from my loves, must I recoil? 

Must such injustice be my reward? I am asking Thee God 

The devil is a sod! Tell him to GET LOST with his fraud!