Let me tell
The full story,
Story of ice-cream.
Ice-cream can't stop
Anyone en route Mumbai.
Whole thing is the same,
The same story with
No different any where.
Who knows what is loosed.
With the dissolution of
My body I see ice-cream.
Nothing is fulfilled,
Ice-cream is found
no where now.
How can it be
the cause of sorrows?
It is high time to call crow.
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