Shauryan My dear Nephew – Part 1

My dearest sister has a son.

We call him dearie Shauryan.

Healthy, wealthy and pawn

Of parents, demanded scone

For eating in evening or dawn.

Chess playing at state level on

Till nation or inter forgone.

Never is lazy, never is con,

Is the best known icon

Wishing best for solon.

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