Came to the world in a usual way;
Blessed by the heavens, envied by the Satan.
The beauty that unfolds during smile, is--not in skin,
But in the heart that gave birth to it.
In a world which is fastidious at only one’s negatives,
This soul started to embrace the goodness in others.
It’s not conduction or convection; radiation, the love is,
Needs no medium no contact no limitations.
No one of us has seen you; so have none seen air;
Your presence is like the fresh breeze that elates one.
Humility at its best dances in your manners, you don’t
Know that you’re our superstar.
The latent aroma that a flower has unfolds on bloom,
The goodness that you have will come out when you speak.
The spirit the stream will have when it passes through the ravine,
Is evident at the frenzy that it is laden with.
Your words do carry truth, zeal and fun, the quintessence
Of a superhuman being, which you always deny.
Unaware a flower is, of the fragrance that it carries;
So are you, unaware and ignorant of your genuineness.
You are original, cannot be replaced, say I; plagiarised words.
What more can this dumb poet do? When I think of you,
My heart speaks a harangue; ineffective my vocabulary is; can’t write.
Hailing you, this is me the poet along with others who admire you.
~ And whoever that is reading this, don’t be deluded that this is dedicated to Zeviyane. Not at all… Hey zevi yes, I’m speaking to you. It is not for you… Go away. Who are you to be hailed for? No not you.
Why should I wish you? Who are you to me?
This is a tribute for actor superstar Rajnikanth.
btw I know you can't solve riddles, Clayhead.
So, here I'll show mercy to you. Click on this dashed line: ______________________
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