Once upon a midnight banal
Still weak and weary , I pondered in my heart
\" Who shall ascend or descend upon this mountain?\"
For it\'s the few that gets there and put off lights
It\'s night.
Ah , distinctly I remember , it was stark in December
When the old new president ascended on this mountain
A still voice
\"Opportunities for unfortunate graduates\"
Inspid words
Darkness there and nothing more
Deep into that darkness peering , I stood wondering and fearing
Suddenly, hooting of owls
Is it a parliament of owls?
\"Yes, Mr. Bundi will solve all your problems\"
A sigh of relief-
\" Ladies and gentlemen \" I muttered predicting speech
\" Genius are born to rule, for they are rare diadems in the world full of conformists and insolent men\".
It\'s time for Me.Bundi to showcase his brilliance.
Lo! Death, death has reared himself a throne
In a strange land lying alone
Blood ,blood
Darkness
The dark hour.