KAHIHI

With optimism galore
And with attire so neat
Inching towards crore
Sitting on the hot seat

Under hovering rays
And glittering light
Under words of praise
Amplifies the plight

‘You are a crorepati,’
Clapping and smiling
Whooped our Big B
On that magical evening

Sitting with a fortune
He dreamt of Antarctica
Wanting to hold on to
Sexy, pretty Deepika

No matter what
Our destiny carved
We’ll typically be Indians
The ones sexually starved