A leader unknown so far
on a trip of pleasure proved at par
Excellence is small word to describe
for a perfect attitude that I find
Friend with a great poise, strong hazel eyes
that speak of a class, a clear tone
not just the persona but entire self
that drives you craze and in tranquility
The corse voice that speaks substance
on anything and everything around
could handle, fun, quality, failures
walking across the floors of the corridors
Eyes unexpectedly run behind to adore
Not a fun or a fantasy but a devotion
to the leader found in extreme passion
More tinkling when times has come
to replicate the style, success and fame
Nothing but an impressing aspiration
that stands tall as everlasting inspiration
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem