On Alliance Poem by Shahzada Imtiaz Ali

There, the two, most natural,
Quite natural and unique at natural,
Intellect more than a man and verdict in communal
That two, who never fond at loll;
Dealings are accustomed, straightforward and exceptional,
Vocalizations are rustic, epic and rational.

How much they engaged,
It is never elucidated,
Exceptionally dear each in intend,
They are good friend.

There, the two, the next of two, most buddy,
Quite buddy, and unique at buddy;
Favourite in talking and dear in cast, but not in study;
Oh! They must come in with, and not bloody.

I think they are five in number.
Let me unfaltering and wait till end my labour,
There names are; to be defined later,
They are: a slender and a dimpled and one having glasses and one as debater.

The fifth one;
You decide, nothing short a fun,
My prayers are with each one.
O! ! ! Dear five, get win, in every inspection