Encounters Are Law’s Junk Food

Know ‘Encounters’ are law’s junk food,
The revenge tastes finger lickin’ good.
You say it’s the last day. No more. It is done!
Deep down you know — no one can eat just one.
The due process starts seeming like a chore,
Cravings start singing — yeh dil maange more.
Brother, I love you, please excuse my pun,
‘Bas 2-minute’ doesn’t work in the long run.
I won’t argue you, intellectuals do that blunder,
for lecturing fails against the taste of thunder,
Ideas don’t spread coz somebody is shoving it,
There’s only one way to stop you from loving it,
Win you with compassion, show healings with it,
I know discounts and six-packs got you in Cult-Fit.