| Like the delayed winter, you stayed on
Like others in office, you held on Like a crooner in the bathroom, you chanted on Like a thorn in the roses, you did shine on
The idol of tomfoolery The show of buffoonery The circus of canaries The panel of sophistry
What is your Chamatkar? Yo’ NO Kalakaar! We are your Chitrakar!!
Come again, come again That hair is your gain That rhythm is your pain That Idol, never again!
You minstrel for the crowd You critic of the fraud You dancer who bowed Thank you for transcending mediocrity Thank you for showing us the absurdity Thank you for confusing adorability Thank you for normalizing abnormality |
Hair He Goes
