Two young men, take the blame
One is Praveen, Zahir, other’s name
One means expert; other, to express
My word has both, in Its Flame.
Poor are their hearts
Dull are their wits
who only need, in tiny bits
even the cake and such sweets
They are seldom eaten so
Cherry once, once the flour
Half the distance, for a step
One seldom reaches the door
