Oh Deepest! These Chips for MSI, ain’t for MSS,
The Girl I loved, loved me too in Quintessence;
Ain’t Jennifer’s Mr Obama, nor of Mr. Bill’s jest,
I found Solace with Her, & not in You, instead!
So what if Pulchritude was Recruit? We all are!
These Trillions belong to you, & to Wall Street Stars,
Her shimmering Eyes, Skin in the Red Sheathed;
Oh Deepest! How I tell her about you & relieved?
Intel to AMD, all shalt survive, I won’t interfere,
Nor I shalt try the Seat in the PC Market, I swear!
But her love let me built this Deepest's Empire,
Oh Deepest! Don’t lose on me, as I took you Higher! :)
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2026