Deepak Sawhney (10 Dec 50 / DehraDun, India)
An Ode to an Angel
Little cherub, an Angel so precious
Melting eyes so infectious
So trusting, so reliant
‘His’ gift to mankind
Where could one ever find
A persona so wondrous
Who’d give all without a thought?
Selfless to the point of a fault.
Just a hint of a smile
For her, went a mile
Mischief was thy name
Would’ve put elves & imps to shame
You sang when Pan Flutes played
Others laughed, while we sashayed.
The good die young – so they say
You flashed like a dying star
We are sure wherever you are
Your tail still wags as before
People knew her as a “Golden Retriever”
Angel face Sandra as we called her.
Hope you are keeping the Lord in good cheer
Shall meet again
In a different world, our dear.
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