In the vast expanse of cyberspace, we chanced to meet,

Texoport, a name that's synonymous with intellect's beat,

A self-taught maestro of code, with guitar strings that sway,

A true Renaissance soul, in every way.

From India's vibrant shores to distant lands, our friendship grew,

Despite the distance, our bond shines bright and true,

In late-night Discord chats, we'd bridge the gap of time,

And in the silence, a connection that's simply sublime.

As a classical guitar serenades the night,

I'm reminded of the harmony we hold in sight,

A symphony of laughter, knowledge, and mutual respect,

A melody that echoes the beauty we inspect.