Sombre clouds cry some abysmal lore, Auric shine heralds of the greener grass, Chimeral hope enshrouds him with amour, Holds him to the way where Rivers flow, Inside where fairies dwell and lyre percussed, Nimbly he lies until he wakes up with light. The lyre (/laɪər/ lEYEər) is a string instrument that dates back to 1400 BC in Greece. known for its use in Greek classical antiquity and later periods. Sachin bro hope you like the poem dedicated to you. Your write ups are amazing above all you are an amazing person. Keep up with the good spirit you have. Keep shining. I pray to the almighty that you succeed and my you rewarded with the best ameen.
