Oh my India, land of even!
How many images you've given
In hazy light, the lull of days,
When motions lose their vital ways.
Vivid robes and stories betold
With words and hands, like refractured beams
Tell thee about the nation's dreams.
Thus did to me its spirit unfold.
Yet but one thing stuck with me since.
For isn't detail arbiter of truth?
When in splendour of evening heat
Out came Pajeet--and shat the street.
--user, 14/12/16
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Go back to /int/ please
"Poo"
by the way Paj, posting this wannabe-poem on a board about literature is probs the online equivalent of you shitting on the street
please don't do it again
you're not in India anymore
no need to make fun of your own people just because they didn't have the fortune you had, to be born into a higher caste inside a country with zero upwards mobility
(sage obvs)
what kind of jump is 1200-12000?
also, bravo senpai
Your mothers are whores.
Say that to me in real life you spineless douchecunts.
What middle east country are you from?
Poem about Pakistan:
Oh paki, paki
You must go backi
The North (excluding Kashmir and Punjab), North east, middle (including most of Maharashtra), south east are LITERALLY the worst fucking parts… THE NORTH, ESPECIALLY UTTAR PRADESH (UP) is obscene and need to either be nuked or the people should be handed holocaust uniforms.
Proud to be from Goa.