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Izaak El Amado Oct 2020
Why all the women i love think of themselves as product
Maybe cuz all the other brothers treat them like nada
I look from behind n see she intellecually and sexually
worth more than prada

(stop being sad)
KV Srikanth Jun 2021
First day of College
Met him in the hallway
Said hello to a fellow student
Defenition of a true friend


Apart from education
One thing in common
Exchanging information for better orientation
Taste in music laid the foundation

Found a friend on day one
Till today there is none
I became another son
Lived in his house without paying rent

Surprised to be invited
Went and visited
Warmth from the family felt elated
Will soon become family unexpected

The only thing lacking
In that house was oxygen
Music not a hobby but a devotion
Filled the air for respiration

The room became
My abode for
3 years in a row
Hammock added to the glow

Entire new world
Opened for me
Brother in IIT
Never met anyone so bright intellecually

Coffee lunch and dinner
Never made to feel an outsider
Every family member
Related to me similar

Passion for music
A world of magic
Till today nostalgic
One day will revisit

Value of education
Learnt its importance
Intellectual furtherance
All at his residence

Conduct of a clown
Asked me to play it down
Till then I hadn't known
My presence was a laughter zone

Took pride in it
He told me the opposite
Lessons learnt well defined
Cant list them cause they're infinite

Exposure to brilliance
Through his brother and his friends
My Academic performance
Made absolutely no difference

Treated as equal
Made it special
Visiting his house a misnomer
Cause was living  there forever

Graduated to a scooter
With him as Pillion rider
Memories no fonder
Daily trips to College Remembered

Looking back today
If you take the negatives away
Whatever remains to this day
Was what I learnt as the hammock swayed

Gratefully alive for
Introduction the Grateful Dead
Played more in room
Dead heads will soon know

Thankful to Ian Anderson
And the Jethro Tull
The first exchange about locomotive breath
On loneliness made me lay a wreath

Thank you my friend
For being a friend
Never remained a friend
For another brother I became

Music playing as music
Today playing as a memory
Feelings can never change
The song remains the same

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