She is now a skilled techie
Intern at a hi-tech company
Faraway in US West Coast
A prodigy I must confess!
When met first, she's just two
Shy kid behind her mom's pallu*
That was a score years ago
Memories that make me glow
Grew up a sweet reticent kid
But in studies true whiz-kid!
Topper in math all the time
Tech was her interest prime
Breezed through grad school
Top scores, her ambition's fuel
In City of Angels her post grad
Got her internship-n-job to add
She's such an affectionate niece
My fondness for her won't cease
Suitable groom, pray she'd get
And always in life, its very best!
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(Written on Mar.8,2014)
*the long, loose end of a sari that flows down over a wearer's shoulder.
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