Too smart to solve every issues
Noon, dusk and night,
He keeps on working himself away
He couldn't find joy in relaxing his tissues
I may lose memories but I trusted his terabyte
Did write my essays and took me statically to Bombay
Suddenly, his eyes went blank
No more party of the room musical concert
It was late to discover it isn't a prank
A day without him is profitless like dessert
Here lies my semi-useless cell phone
You may examine but don't break his bone
Fiend or foe, judge you the rest
I threw him up and there he fell
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