Praise him with great Praise..!

If only Mr.X would not groan,
At the skills we try to hone.
'Like' making efforts to make him smile..
That always end up being futile.
He grins and bears, but we know better
Why he hides behind his only sweater..
He exists on a different plane...
Looking all imperial with his kingly mane.
If only he looked at our reverential gaze,
And could comprehend how we yearn for his praise,
If only he could see through the jokes,
And see how much inspiration he evokes.
'Like' we always love the things he'll say.
Even his little nod makes our day.
If only he knew we write not just for fun,
But to make hay beneath Him-our Moon and Sun...



written by Ishita and Anumeha (who swear their undying devotion)