A bouquet in verses to Smt.Anandavalli
Anandavalli, our colleague dear,
As you from I C F steer clear;
After three and thirty long years
Of service, very meritorious—
This little bouquet of verses,
Strung as of red-roses,
Is offered with love, so true
From hearts of many a hue.
With a loving spouse—your partner,
In your ship of life—a mariner;
With a gem of a darling daughter—
A blooming ‘Lotus' in laughter;
Providence has pleasantly smiled,
And with a home neatly styled;
Where a Prince Charming soon,
Will land as a great boon.
A fond soul—loving and kind,
Who had ever been patient in mind,
Will ever in our memories dwell,
Is the assurance given at this farewell.
With health in decrepitude,
She, now from this multitude,
Is withdrawing herself to recuperate,
In her sweet hearth, from this date.
We, sure, will miss her presence,
And her dignity in radiance.
But ‘cause of her health she retires,
We console ourselves to acquiesce.
Anandavalli, dear, forget-us-not,
Is the entreaty that is humbly sought.
May all your dreams do flower,
And your heart rejoice in the bower.
May you your former health regain,
And be your old self again;
May God on you His Blessings shower,
Is our heart's ardent prayer.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
This poem as 'A BOUQUET IN VERSES'written by me, on behalf of other staff, was presented to her at the farewell party which she appreciated very much, being an ardent lover of English.
Comments about this poem (A bouquet in verses to Smt.Anandavalli by chandra thiagarajan )
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
William Ernest Henley
- you must be lucky to have found it, RIC S. BASTASA
- love became l o v e became LOVE and now .., Mandolyn ...
- that self-confidence, RIC S. BASTASA
- do not have to fathom it like some kind .., RIC S. BASTASA
- amor patriae, RIC S. BASTASA
- zanny on top of her hill, RIC S. BASTASA
- i'd rather be a sponge than be a sprayer, RIC S. BASTASA
- that steel hearted lady, RIC S. BASTASA
- the fingers and the eyes, RIC S. BASTASA
- Pure innocence, hasmukh amathalal