Lovely flow the river of honey,
It is satirical, loving, prosaic and funny.
It blends well with the English pipe,
Amidst all the cameras and media hype.

He is a writer from the sands of time,
Who loves anything that’s beautiful and sublime.
He says he is toothless, beaten and scarred,
Enjoys learning, his women and parties hard.

While the poor father cried and takes is hard,
Each parting kid does piece a shard.
That is when the old tricky one says I love you,
I’ll stand by you and see you through.

Like a warrior bird cumbered with care,
After leaving burning candles just everywhere.
The warrior fighting has now taken toll,
For she now gives you a dose of soul.

The Indian teen is the friend of Rose,
As a friend to Soul Rose she does pose.
While the Mexican football teen,
Wants everything pristine.

Then comes the Australian Man Eater,
Who took care of the Indian wife beater.
The Dangerous one did doctor my eyes,
Which in love and care still for Him cries.

He is the Sleepy One, I call Stranger,
My naughty Chicken who is a lone ranger.
He networks servers near and far,
He is by far my Sun, moon and Star.

I commend these spirits to Anna the Mother,
She is a wife, a lover, a friend and a daughter.
Angel of Purity is her name,
She is Einsame and part of the game.

Now will the Real Stranger please stand up,
Please stand up and say what’s up.
For I know you are behind this, I say,
I always loved you in every way.

For you showed me the layers of you,
They are not perfect but they are true.
Who said I’m perfect, no not me,
I am imperfect but love perfectly.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 17th January 2011