A night has passed
With a bite of shock.
Nothing seriously did I do,
But the act of night, sleep.
I am fresh, but with the tremors
I am at shock even after a night.
Hearing that you are a hoopster
Is what made me motionless.
Hearing about you singing,
Dancing, Writing, Painting
Drawing, Acting, Chanting
Would never give me shock.
What a wholesome person
One can be with a taste
For letters, stories, thoughts,
Art and a fine mix of sports!
Nights and days can't stay
So the tremors will recede
And happiness will succeed
Knowing a wholesome person!
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