You hit different just like a first sip
Of a mango shake,
Which relishes your dehydrated soul;
In the scorching heat of summer,
This cold wind of September calling us
To lighten our hearts;
And cry on each other shoulders,
You're that falcon who can hunt down;
An unwanted toxicity in our surroundings,
Out of no where you meet such people
Who makes place like a dungeon;
A finest example of heaven on the Earth,
You're that such people which;
Are on the list of an endangered species,
It's my time to preserve your specimen
Before it's too late!