Akshit
For the permanence in his name I reckon Everything that he is An endless pouring rain An ocean immeasurably deep Nothing to take back For he brims with love A fragrant shower A happy game Where everybody wins A real movie, A One Man Army For he fights for all Wrong that he sees Feels even the perished stone Brave and meak, an irony at heart Where every drop of tear is a pearl Rare and precious His bound soul, I reckon For the permanence in his name.