Introducing Bhankara

Once upon a time in Ashoka the Bubble
Magical land that floats frothy with rubble
A house of repute, their scholars incisive
Like other institutes, t’was given to vice
Hypocrisy.
Debauchery.
One after another, morally dubious deed
To all those brave who still wish to proceed
At the lower rungs of the social ladder you’ll find
A friend with most unique and perceptive mind:
Bhankara, sobbing in classrooms’ brim
Bhankara, each Thursday Night with gin
Floats like a fairy, quotes obituaries
Knows to note which vegan eats dairy
Under Ashokan shoes, the slugs are slower
He who reaps must first know the sower
The drugs nestled between hugs too few
Bhankara fears your hugs too! Who knew?
Bhankara promises not to sell you fake lies
Bhankara sells tales from under, our Sonepat Skies.
