It's sheer eulogy,Dear,/I fear,/For you've vented your heart to one/Who's won/By what you wrote/Which I must learn by rote,/To defend me when fallen in life's cess-pits/By the so-called pretentious cheats.
A face beaming in smiles/For miles and miles,/Beyond countless isles/Is in possession of one Kaushik/Who seems to have in the niche/Of delight a neo approach to life/That preaches jug jug gyo!