A brother, more a guide,
Who's walked with me, helped me with every stride,
A selfless boy,
A source of joy,
Loved by all, a man none can hate,
But perhaps none would want for a soul mate,
An unassuming lad,
Who is seldom seen sad,
A fierce mate who wouldn't hesitate, in the nick of time to teach his friends,
A student to whose understanding science bends,
Certainly a sportsman even when not on the field,
To whose limbs every sport yields,
His hands always full, usually handling a ball,
Occasionally engaged, scribbling his ugly scrawl,
An avid drummer,
But a terrible hummer,
Ever ready to listen to a roommate's whine,
Providing valuable insight every time,
Our dear roomie whom we love calling "zeher",
You've got a place in our hearts forever,
It's going to be hard for Mangesh, Ashit, Raam, Sandy, Prasad and Shubhu,
To even imagine IIT in without you,
We'll miss those iterations of shehar ki ladki,
And one or the other of us losing our room key,
We thank you for those long night talks and unforgettable memories,
And hold you in a warm, tight embrace,
Etching your face in the core of our hearts,
With a heavy heart, now we part.
Written by me on 1.5.2016 at 1:48am, lying on my bed
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