Venkatesh, Venkatesh
If I could write in Hindu, I would
To pierce your soul like nail does wood
Invoke hope to never vanish
You are a masterpiece of perfect creation
See, the sun lights up just for you?
Doesn't the moon, and the polaris,
Long just for nights
So they could light up your axis?
Don't lose hope, face of brights,
Even strings have hope
To one day be a rope!
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