The Speaking Idol
You always stand tall,
Oh! My speaking Idol.
Whenever I score null,
You save me from near fall.
You motivate when I sit dull,
Say don't stop,learn to crawl.
Only I can hear you in all,
Rest are abided by the protocol.
You are not just a symbol,
Oh! My speaking Idol.
I am blessed to receive your call,
Which sounds sweet like a waterfall.
Copyright © Alok Kahali | Year Posted 2023
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