A man rightly called an Oxymoron
Now is angry, now sad, now happy on
The same thing - he takes piton
To handle us - later I knew tampon.
Anurag is my principal, a true merman
Treats all equally - good or bad of John.
Tried to understand when called upon.
Talking to him is like dealing with silicon.
Full of respect and encouragement shown
For anybody if needed; angry on python
Trying hit him at back. Never confused on
Any topic, asks if not notified - an Amazon
Of Maths flows from him - my Hero, my trigon.
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