There was a friend of mine,
Most irritated and naughty kind,
We met in same school,
Found his way of talk was very cool,
A full package of craziness,
Will beat everyone in laziness,
A little sense that too nonsense,
Wonder how he managed to have patience,
A bindass fat boy with rough curly hair,
He the guy who lift up the mood and lightened the air,
Very rarely he showed his vulnerable side,
His jokes and pranks spread like a magic in wide,
Enjoying the days with his friends and keeping the worry aside,
Lost in dreams for his future bride,
A happy go lucky boy live his life in a best way,
And also a full time dramebaaz even in his worst day.

© Ankita Mishra