A Fine Man
Which he made with keen eye
With honours at high
Had made me feel his as my...
With all his tight hugs
Are felt strong as plugs
The way he smiles
I feel to walk with him a mile.
The way he used to feed
Now I miss that need
It touched my heart indeed
His thoughts are always a seed
The art in his hands
Are expensive than brands
His mouth-organ still dials
My ears r still in that vibes.
I enjoy his shrine
His love made a sign
Hope to meet him soon to dine
Hope keeps himself fine...
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