my dear youth of india,
am not one of those whom you'd notice walking on the road , or in that suffocating metro, or that blueline where every eye can measure your parts and infact give you a free accupuncture massage.
there's just a bit of you in me n a smaller part of me in you, coz we call ourselves the gen zee. we are the ones who'd fight with that old man, coz he belongs to a generation who understands us not. your girl, might be the hottest of the lot, but your friends' is still the one to die for.