Cloudless clime and starry night sky,
The place was lit with secreted candle lights,
It was time for revelry for a pair of golden eyes,
The two of them had given 20:20 a big delight!
From formal seating to warm signs,
From the unsettled silence to music and smiles
The unquenchable thirsts to tequila shots and wines,
Yes, it was merry-making reverberating many miles.
The clicks and flashes began with Tarana and Ian,
With vivacious Kalia, sharing brilliant snap-ops.
The two Mangalorean beauties (Sanjana and Aditi) next to me,
Had unlimited talks with divine manna dew drops.
There, on the extreme corner of the table,
Lean and lanky Viju, laughed and talked.
Giving us some interesting fables,
He enjoyed seeing Pourush locked and lost.
Oh what a sport, Pourush proved to be!
Grabbed the microphone with no hitches inside,
The lonely Mizo boy had set the tone for many,
The stage was now set for others to glide.
Soon, the musical flames rolled on,
Caught the heart of the pleased, Murali.
Jumping on the stage, he rocked with Bon,
Splendid! Yes, it was, really!
Priya in her white was calm and composed,
Booze-less, seemed to be enjoying the roar.
Left a little early for some other chores,
Will keep it as a memory of the Opus galore.
Ranbir’s fan, Vaishnavi was a cherubim-like lass,
Hopping in the arena, she had a great time.
Priyank Wagre organized yet enjoyed the bass,
Unfeigned with a lovely and caring rhyme.
Edna, the darling, and Ronny, the dude,
With similar and twin, twinkling expressions,
Raced the party with zeal and zest,
Inspired and encourage, kept no reservations.
Dech, the damsel, with her curly locks,
And, Rhia dear, with her beautiful eyes,
Left everyone’s heart with loud tick-tocks,
Persis’s complexion was on a pinky blush rise.
The last song of the day came to our plate,
Oh wow! We became even the karaoke guy's long.
Everyone joined in- from suave Ian to cute Guri,
It became a rhythmic homie-ching-chong.
Time ran like horses in a war,
Oh! Past twelve, we left with a power.
Relaxed, rejuvenated yet a little tired,
The sweet weariness in our memories to flower!
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