Clouds were seen almost everywhere,
yet our Sun still had its way.
Throwing a golden streak in a gap above,
As if all things in nature are hands in glove.
The pipeline hazards of the morn I always encounter,
My friend S.Manivannan will forever remove,
All will be just great thereafter.
Let us this cure, spread all around,
Not just in Silicon, but far and wide where students abound.
The Sun will rise every morning,
All of us will then welcome it cheerfully smiling.
Mani and I will write a book.
We will start by bringing my mind out of a paralyzing hook.