Him, The Hymnal Height Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Roaming around the rings of days, he didn't care for cuts
Enjoyed sunrays and accompanied starry assets
He was frankly chill with words
And honestly acquainted to intense ideas
He, they say, was a purely friendly walk
Landscapes lavished him
He didn't stop at any fixed stop
Blanketed in summers and naked in winters
Unsound in springs and intact in autumns
He was a delicate paradox
Didn't hurt her; didn't ever heck her
Too liberal in love; too moderate with mists
Unto all the extremes, he was a peaceful poem
Flags in heart and foams in head
The boy didn't lose his way
The boy didn't kill his conscious
The boy, whenever I met, was deepened in life!