A Letter To My Friend On His Wedding

I sit with an excuse, Which is of no use. How unfortunate I am today, For not being on your Big day. I remember the promise, And now with excuse. The word of present, Turned out absent. I know that you will forgive, For you will understand and give. By soul I am there, For reasons am here. I,from the deepest, Breath of my own, intone longest. Curse that whore and other four, Who kept me away from today and many more. That trollop harlot of today, Would be punished someday. I regret for not being today, But thank for cursing her everyday. Dated: 12/03/2017 Thala Abhimanyu Kumar