Hello Sir

Two fingers holding a pen weaving dreams on a piece of paper, 

Thy dreams flew like a river of words flooding over the two ends;

The river now starts flowing into my eyes and everywhere,

I swallowed and swallowed it through every cell from a legend.

The lamp of wisdom that once shone in your eyes has converted 

Into burning lava in my eyes, making me enriched unboundedly.

Grateful I am, a loyal to thee for making me overwhelmed,

My adherence follows the path that lit up the light inordinately.

Thy discarded words are the jewellery of my body today,

Having been enriched by the jewellery, I try to weave my dream,

Page after page year after year, forgetting dismay

They enhance my conscience but never for fame.