Come, hold my hand
We'll sail in the same boat
Don't worry if you can't sleep
We'll together count a goat

Goats in the sea?
We'll find none there
Unless you wave your wand
And make it swim in those layers

The layers of the sea
Which hold the mighty shark
Before the goat reaches us
We'll reach a cozy park

But then you are a magician
When will your magic come in play?
If the shark actually reaches us
Some chants and spells can block its way

If I waste my magic on sharks
What will I gift you then?
Instead of the twinkling stars
All you'll get is a hen

But what if the shark catches me?
Whom will you gift your magic then?
Instead of rhyming with you
I'll be living in the shark's den

Before you get captured
Take this burning candle
In the shark's dark den
Have a candle-light dinner

Candle-light dinner in the den?
Mr. Poet, you've surely gone crazy
Rhyming with the crazy reader?
No doubt, your brain has gone fuzzy.

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Sometimes, those random conversations can turn into beautiful little things.

But yeah, they don't always need to be meaningful.

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So, are you excited to have a candle-light dinner in the shark's den?

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Jamming session with AnkuGarg