O thou lay the man,
Of highest order and clan.
Resting upon the rough terrain,
So cute and childish, but yet insane.
What shall I say to thee,
I am un-surmounted with glee.
Thy roles, thy actions catch me afreeze,
And here you lay, o master, in peace.
When I leave for class at dawn,
And with a childish smile, I see thee yawn.
The scent of air seems to turn sweet and calm,
Thy innocence fills my heart with charm.
I return back in the afternoon, O lord,
I still see thee in dreams’ abode.
Thy face speaks out the entire story,
Of unending pain, endurance and misery.
I return to the room in the evening,
Your playing with my laptop seems a blessing.
You prepare for the battle ahead,
Having fingers on weapons and barricade.
You fight like a soldier, a brave one,
You defeat thy enemies, but love them as your son.
You then, O lord, bless them by letting them know,
For they are small babies and want to know.
Then, you pretend, O lord, to do the impossible,
And your failure in that is inevitable.
So, you throw away the books and break the prison,
And bless the glorious “Avatar” and Sheldon.
You, then, retire for the bed again,
And this process continues in chain.
And when I look thee, O my master,
I kneel and pray to thee, “THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR”.
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