A poem by Rubab & Riasha

In a hall full of sparkle, with love in the air,

We have gathered to celebrate the University of Toronto pair.

Maisoon stands tall, looking sharp, looking sleek,

But we all know Nikita picked his outfit last week.

He got opinions for days, and they are always so loud,

He will argue with anyone, he’l even argue with a crowd.

Thinks he's tough, lifting weights all day,

But ask him to clean, and he’ll run the other way.

He’s careful and calculated, that much is true,

But when it comes to chores, he’s got no clue.

And when Nikita’s name comes up? Watch him blush bright,

His face turns redder than a stoplight at night.

Nikita, our bride, so stunning, so bright,

She planned this whole thing down to each fairy light.

Calm on the outside, a boss on the low

If weddings were wars, she just won this show.

Now let’s thank Arif Uncle, A man of few words,

Whispers so soft, you might think it’s the birds.

Quiet and shy, with a sparkle in his eye,

Talks cars all day and yes, he’s a cutie pie.

Keeps his voice low, keeps his head high,

Married life taught him: nod fast and don’t ask why.

Big cheers for Roksana Aunty, our chatterbox star,

Banking by day, Amazon queen by far.

Smile sweet as ever, but packages pile higher,

One more box and she might need a forklift hire.

Watching her last daughter leave the nest,

Holding back tears but still looking her best.

Next comes Sushmita Apu, the eldest in line,

Cries at a roast but swears she is fine.

She says she is "chill", she swears she is tough,

But roast her lightly and she has had enough.

A true snowflake, pure and refined,

But threaten her with a roast and she flatlines.

And Rumi Bhaiya, the legend, the sage,

Who married into chaos, now he is stuck in a cage.

He is the chill one, the calm-headed guy,

But let’s be real, he’s just trying not to cry.

His hair has gone silver, his patience is shot,

But when Sushmita Apu is around, he’s like, “I forgot what I thought!”

Here comes Ayman, the shortest of the crew,

Engineering machines, but still can’t see through.

Got a husband, a cat, and a smile that’s wide,

But Franny the cat is the one with the real height pride.

Touqir Bhaiya, bless him, he’s part of the game,

Smiling through group chats he can’t even name.

He married Ayman, a storm and a song,

Now he just nods right, even when wrong.

Each one of you, wild, wonderful, bright,

Built this crazy, magical, beautiful night.

A family that teases, that jokes, that defends

A family where love truly never ends.

So, here’s to the roast but even more to the cheer,

To laughter, to memories, to every new year.

Maisoon and Nikita, may your story be grand,

With love that’s deep… and roast sessions well-planned!

Now, after all the roasting and teasing tonight, We’d like to thank everyone who made this night bright, For all the love, the effort, and support in sight.

From high school friends, who’ve stood by through thick and thin, To university friends who have stuck with us from start to the win

A big thanks to Vaughan friends, for being here, Your presence and laughter, we hold so dear.

Purni Khalamoni, Shadman, and Simran, too, Your love and support made everything come true.

Though we wrote this poem by ourselves, with no help or assist,

We know the list goes on, and many names have been missed.

Our gratitude is vast, Our love for each of you will forever last. We thank you all dearly, with hearts so true, For everything you did, we are forever grateful to you!