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He met a girl at Shirui Kashong, lonely and sad,
Who wanted to know how much land he had;
“Enough to bury me at least,” he tried to be funny.
She said, “I want a lovely valley with bees and honey.”
He said she was right.
He met another girl by the Loktak lake, coy and fair,
Who wanted to know how much he earned a year;
“Enough to feed myself,” he told her the truth,
“How will you run a good family then?” said she, Ruth.
He said she was right.
He chanced upon a girl from JNU, smart and savvy,
Who said a mere graduate for her was too chavvy;
“But I am just a second class BA,” he said honestly,
“Then we are poles apart,” she cried ruefully.
He said she was right.
He also once knew a girl, a sizzling beauty,
Who wanted to know why he was bald and ugly;
He said he really didn’t know the answer of her question,
She said, “I like guys with dark hair, up-to-date in fashion”
He said she was right.
He met a girl in an airport, simple and plain,
Who asked where he was going in a plane;
“Looking out for something worthwhile to do –
Life is full of disapprovals without a work or two.”
She said he was right.
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