I see it though or as I believe it though
It is the mark of memory that he makes it bow
tenderness, loveliness.. his passion , his creation..
he throws a dart at all these as they go
An invigorated mind, with a pleasant self
He seems to run the omniscient space at a vigorous pace
the engineer, the singer.. the analyst, the linguist...
Not a knot that he pulled was left un-laced.
A fan of the Divas and the righteous tones
I believe, he is the one to be seen intone
And, being at best when left to his chest
his voice is awaited by many a folk inturn...
As to the essence of it or the absence of it
his friendship makes it to the nonsense of love..
One may see it coming or let it going
but one will never miss this substance of a Dove
A bit of a nag sometimes, and a kick at your ass sometimes
you indeed have to get in terms with his naughty self...
teasing and appeasing... gripping and tripping...
These ruthless games of ours feel void without his being.
Being a virtuous self, he can take pride over his willfull ride
And being our beloved dude, we take pride over his wonderful abide.
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Raga being an integral part, I am sure dude you would leave a saga.!!
