A newmate, with a turban on top,
Made us laugh profusely.
Adoring was his passion,
Despising his negativity.
By looks he was simple,
But thoughts widly vast.
In moroning he was first,
But in saddening he was last.
Glance at him,
You will have a wide grin,
He will soak you completely in fun,
Hold his hand and he will keep every single tear safe within.
So, "he" is non other than a friend.
©anureddy
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