A boy with a book and a storm in his chest,

He walks through the world with no need for rest.

born of cities and wild, thoughtful flame,

Soham’s no echo—he’s carved out his name.



His pen speaks in verses, his voice in command,

Each word is a ripple, each thought carefully planned.

from dusty blackboards to fragrant night air,

He stitches his dreams with disciplined care.



Not just a thinker, but built to inspire—

He’ll teach, he’ll learn, he’ll rise even higher.

from Madhya Pradesh to a winter in New York,

He sharpens his soul like the edge of a spark
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