AFTER 11 O' CLOCK :)

I know all the trouble that I cause,
I'm the biggest jerk that ever was,
I know you wanna snatch your hair and yell,
But, all you say is, "What the hell?"

The wee little mistakes that you make,
The huge offences that I take,
Like dadi ka nakhra, in that new ad,
"Seventy-nine candles, aur itna chhota cake?"

But a fight with you, it makes me sad,
I feel guilty, I feel bad,
So, after eleven O' clock at night,
I call you up to set things right.

Then there's "I'm sorry","It's OK...",
"You're still pissed?","Main theek hoon re...",
And I tell myself, "Don't be upset",
Though I'm a big cry-baby, and my eyes go wet.

But an instant later, it's "Puh-leeze!",
"Chor...","Idiot!" we are at ease,
And when the last-minute-beeper screams,
Unwillingly, we say, "Good-night, sweet dreams..."