To Uncle Eighty Poem by Indira Renganathan

I was then a little lass sweet
In mama's warmth replete
The midnight blue fascinated me
With mama's arms around me

Later that little me
Grew along iridescent dreams yummy
Imbued with a woolly-woolly sweater
Fascinatingly in midnight-blue colour

A gift of yonder lore
Filially given to adore
Booming and booming to soar
Up the sky affectionately to score

That sweater got itself unravelled
Endearingly out flowing behind
To this day closely to me continuously
Caresses my mind to linger on
Your special affection on and on

Unending strands of love and care
You hold to knit for me I'm aware
Brighter than thousand counts of moon
Your love is ardent and sheen
And that alone this niece does ever mean

A life of eight decades
With a hopeful heart of upgrades...
You simply stand out with excellence
Holding a holy codex of your life-experience
Indeed an exemplar luminous
Let flow those unravelled endearing strands
Pass on their way through ever your blessings

Many more returns of this nascent gaiety
Wishing you is niece sixty
On your birth-day eighty