Ain’t I who write nor ever rhymed, this,
A light in sky high, equally distributed;
Imagine, if and mere, the two chutes,
Poured water on the gunpowder loot!
Louis Armstrong’s -> Wonderful World,
Became dream, They said, for every son!
Ain’t I write, nor said; mere reverberate,
The two waterfalls decided WW’s fate!
But can ask, were held by wrong bands!
Shouldn’t delegate on automated hands?
Ain’t I say, what you may, too misinterpret,
To await grandeur of automation spates!😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2025