A great friend of mine from Ireland,
Here in Astoria, -Kolkata stands.
His empathetic love, with water-level conscience,
Entering into thousands rooms shines.
Hi Mike, your soul is unconditionally self revelatory,
And your mind's pilgrimage sets into your eye,
You see, feel, become and fly,
With the grandest style of this not, that not,
Your body, -the boat, to know the self, has ever fought.
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