Abanadi, Sir Am I In Heaven

[ This is a poem with the title as if pronounced with such a meaning in our dialect ' abanadi siram ay ' in English ' Oh my God this is so good ' Its with a deep thoughts to a funny poem ] Bold and beautiful physique A look alike Hercules to speak Abanadi as they call him A man full of vigor and vim Lovable man by all ladies in town And be loved to love be drowned With the juice of heaven A pleasurable juice from eden But Abanadi's eye was caught To a nice lady he never forgot To Lady Ganda with pleasing personality Eventhough she is at the age of forty With winged Cupid Angel from heaven Coveted them and their love was woven Lady Ganda finally succumbed to the passion But she was amazed with such reaction To the sense of pleasure she nearly die ' Abanadi, Sir am I....am I in heaven! ' she exclaimed At the act of passion in her younger years, never experienced 'Abanadi, Sir am I....am I in heaven? ' As she whispers again and again ' This juice of love from heaven, I enjoy ' ' I have no clue with this, with such joy ' Why my friends betrayed, and didn't told me before? That this love so wonderful, had such splendor Huh.....all my friends are TRAITORS!