Sympathy a Great Virtue 2

Have you ever eaten an apple By sitting on a speedy bicycle? Difficult? Sympathy is like sizzle Shouts when not got in coddle; Smiles if given in time subtle. Shrewd! With poor does giggle With rich it does struggle. How can I, Poor Soul, entitle Sympathy with me in puddle Of sadness which hardly ignoble? My friend, Hardik, never finagle Stood by shoulders to face unstable Time, with me, removing a pustule. Sympathy can’t be won at a raffle. They’re virtues divine which ripple With love of God even in middle Of sufferings, and appear in bubble Lasts for few moments in swaddle. Sympathy, moves slowly like turtle But reaches surely like Rakesh recycle. Hardik or Rakesh will never diddle You in need, let it be Prafulla baffle. I found sympathy for peons little Swanking abound in both to fiddle Sonorously growing quadruple.