সেপ্টেম্বর 21, 2026

In the scorching sun, it’s the summer that I hate
But then I saw the prettiest thing, you, my life’s estimate!

Who’s that rain in the summer? A walking piece of art?
Can I draw you with a histogram? Or maybe a pie chart?

In the middle of desert, I saw my intentions clean
Let me be you variance and you will be my mean

Heat is a function of summer, it’s her ability
My love for you, has gotten no conditional probability

Black peak or Rose of the garden? Which shall be rescued?
It’s you for whom, my distribution will never be skewed.

Amid this heat, would you like a bowl of ice cream or soup?
Your smile has got no iterations, you’re my while loop

Heat, storm, flowers, they are summers characteristics
You might just be a lie, but will you be my statistics?

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