A man rightly called an Oxymoron Now is angry, now sad, now happy on The same thing – he takes piton To handle us – later I knew ******. Anurag is my principal, a true merman Treats all equally – good or bad of John. Tried to understand when called upon. Talking to him is like dealing with silicon. Full of respect and encouragement shown For anybody if needed; angry on python Trying hit him at back. Never confused on Any topic, asks if not notified – an Amazon Of Maths flows from him – my Hero, my trigon.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.