This Moment Tugs At My Heartstrings.... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Now when ISC result is out
(a little earlier this year)
on many many excited and anxious hours
very happy news kisses the patient ears;
O good Jesus, the news sings in the voice of a thrush!
The cruel summer here feels like the summer there
where the Sun is never that hard not even in this hour.
Soumi, Indra, Suman and many other dear ones
have got through their second acid test with a little nuance.
The special love for chemistry in my Soumi dear
will now grow up like a tall eucalyptus in the morn fair.
And the bark will have a pride of the Thames flavor!
A doctor has been growing in my Sumon dear
not sure when it sprouted or since which year
but he`ll take Hippocratic oath for ever sure;
these eyes envisage the stethoscope borne image!
Indra is like his illusive poems very close yet far;
Soumodwip, Subho, Presenjit and others
must have good avenues that they`ll traverse...
Oh sure, I am more than happy and so proud for all of them
and wait again for many others who`ll soon such become....