In land called India, where dreams unfold,
A simple soul named Paul, his summary told.
Honest and trustworthy, his virtues shine,
Diligence and responsibility, a path so fine.
A Sea goat he is, in the zodiac's lore,
Humble as earth, gentle to the core.
Yet dangerous, like a quake's mighty roar,
In Paul's essence, contrasts galore.
With caring warmth that sets him apart,
A character moulded, a work of fine art.
Gaining experiences, like waves on the shore,
Exploring interests, an explorer at the core.
Willing to learn, adapt, and grow,
In life's vast sea, like a ship to and fro.
Paul stands tall, a lamp in the night,
A blend of strength, humility, and light.
I am punishing my heart for letting you occupy its every beat.
And my mind for thinking only of you, day and night.
I am punishing my eyes for failing to see the truth,
And my mouth for speaking of you too often.
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We are different instruments, each with a tune,
While others belong but some sound alone.
Within a group a melody can shine bright,
Each meant for a note and for rhythmic light.
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I am not a sales guy to pitch that fits,
My love with features and benefits,
No marketing plan to spread the word,
Just whispers of my passion, softly heard.
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In this world, all seems to be a war,
Travelling on a chariot called life afar.
When I'm not sure how to fight,
My Lord, you will show the path, right.
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