Rhyme On L N Singh

One of the men who I always did brawl, He did the same with me when I did sprawl Against him in and around the school wall. But I loved him as he supported in my fall. He always who remained strong in squall. His whole life is full of things big and small. He had great powers to captivate and enthrall, Which he used to control us full of gall. I had been with him for nine years all – All years nine or ten he did scrawl. Is he selfish? Is he loving to all? Is he egoist? Is he supporting in fall? Such questions harassed my pitfall. I got all answers positively in parasol – He held my hands whenever I did call. Made me what I’m now and took out from pall. He is my inspiration, he is my ideal doll; He is my guru, he is my cynic for my troll.