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.
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