I am waiting for you
its better you call me
my pencil may sleep
in the hope
my love is coming
and I will start dusting
all clothes are lying stray
I hardly live like a nice guy
you see its a badly shaped hostel room
my maid is more than a bloody big heroine of Hollywood
she will not touch work
and says its the ideal work home
but I really don't know
where is the bullshit home
every corner is full of dirts
like a literal ghost house
if you see my kitchen
its worst than my toilet
reason is
I clean my self
my toilet
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