With others ,your tragedies, I celebrate,
Coz comics with me, only be your fate.
Boys if to me , be decorous delicious bundle,
You be flour sheets, simple, digestible.
Sea-filled temptations, to us shove,
To Reach your worth, I dug, brook of love.
Wish when you die, me litting lamp of ghee,
Even in Hades, I would lit, immortal soul of thee.
As smoke blew ,beneath nostrils of camphor,
So would ink in your hand , passing this cipher.
LET.....
Our friendship mark no MRP,
It be a private scandal , seeking no TRP.
R