According to the legends of present times
No man did ever have such rhymes
Alive or dead his life would make a palace
Say Salam passer by to the soul of Anas
Handicapped but blooming like the sun
Of high spirits never used to run
Shining face never knew what's gloom
Give hail to him whenever he's in a come
Weird and tight bound to this man I bear
Wise fellow that knocked down the fear
Pray to you my Lord in heavens so high
Let him be to my soul so nigh
Remember you who read my lines
I speak about a person taller than the skies
Though captured in his awful handicap
He'll always keep the mind in eternal lamp
Words I might write for centuries to come
But no rightful word I can say among the some
About this flame of beautifulness
About a man, called Anas
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Comely verse for a person you admire and appreciate.