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

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