I know he was white,
but always looked colourless.
He was the only I know with
third hand on a fat trunk.
When he moves, its always nice,
but whenever he stops i feel irritated.
During winter, i avoid him,
but in summer always with him.
Somebody told last night he got an electric shock,
due to thunder and lightenings.
I was so worried about him,
I call somebody to look after him.
They did check up and said,
he is no more alive, burnt completely.
Now he is gone and someone else will
take his place as i need company always.
I will miss all days with him,
which in enjoyed in days and nights.
Oh.. God give peace to that mighty soul,
good bye my dear "Ceiling fan".
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