Please excuse him.

Please excuse him.

Please don't blame him
as late riser.
At least he gets up,
before the sun peeps from the Zenith.

Don't tease him
as a sloth
as he misses the train everyday,
to go to office.

Please don't blame him
as a glutton.
Though he takes six meals,
In a day.

Don't blame him as miser.
Though you will find holes,
in his most of the pockets,
instead of purse.

But blame him as a dreamer
because at every night,
he dreams he has won big cash prize
and suddenly makes shout.