I saw his equanimity, my heart faced thy made calamity.
he is at far flung corner of the screen ,who made my place green.
i peeped at his fastidiousness,over me he showed his carelessness.
i caught his slope like a pelican,which made me to turn on to his fan.
my cell mirth when he rises from the hill,i became knackered when he stood still.
he is a book of etiquettewho throw himself on me as a confetti.
he is the reason for my falsetto-he visits me during may,
me with the noise of brawling cheers welcome him like a brook gay.
he saved the gamble party of those,
who can smell him with their nose.
he garnished each and every gash,
but no one tried to cure his rash.