My class fellow Mid-hat.
She likes to play cricket without a bat.
As funny as hell.
As deep as well.
As sad as black.
And she's half crack.
She's got a quail in her throat.
She sings so sweetly and all the smiles she brought.
Can't even repay my single favor in a thought.
I wish she'll meet a guy of her dreams.
Who'll treat her as his life's cream.
I wish she stays happy ever.
And that ever means forever