Acrostic to Smt. Vimala Narayanan
V imala Narayanan, my fond friend, do dear,
I C F ladies' popular, brilliant gem, very sure;
M y deep affections flower of poesy is offered here,
A s you grandly from meritorious service retire.
L otus! You're soft and sweet, in tandem to your name!
A dmire I the pervading sister-hood ingrained in your frame.
N ever hesitating to help the needy -to all nigh,
A ffable and gracious—perched on a pedestal high,
R eligious and gentle with a soothing balm for all;
A ble and efficient, at home and office—towering tall!
Y ou are wished all the very best at this junction,
A dieu as you are bid at this valedictory function.
N ice, ideal and proud family, tied in a loving knot—
A lmighty God—on all of you may shower His Blessings lot,
N ectar of peace and happiness may fill your kind heart.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Acrostic to Smt.Grace Thangamani
G race Thangamani, our dear friend, so fond,
R eceive this flower of poesy plucked from our heart's pond—
A s you retire from our Coach Factory, so esteemed,
C olleagues we, this day, bid you farewell,
E tching you in our memories, to ever there dwell.
T ender—hearted, with service ingrained in your mind;
H elping hand extending to all you'd needy find;
A dmirable in your office work—sincere and wonderful;
N oted for your calligraphy—neat and beautiful,
GRACE THANGAMAMI is your good name—so aptly christened;
A ngel of love—your heart with mercy—is so chastened!
M ay the Lord God on you profusely shower
A mple blessings with His infinite power;
N ectarous path way to your progeny may He lay
I n your cottage, with your spouse, peace to stay.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Acrostic to Tmt.Sasikala Dinakaran
S asi dear, my warm friend, so fond,
A s you voluntarily retire from service,
S weet memories of our cordial bond,
I nundate my mind's every crevice.
K ind and helpful, very considerate,
A ble and efficient, loving and giving;
L arge-hearted a soul, so affectionate,
A stounds one of your sincere being.
D well I on you, and the days are green,
I n my prayers I thank God for you.
N igh to my heart you've always been,
A dmirably sweet, the like of you so few.
K in of yours to advance and flourish,
A lmighty the four of you to bless,
R ing I my heart's bell and cherish
A deep love with this poesy's caress,
N ourishing it for ever and ever and revere.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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A Bloom of Poesy to dear Kamakshi
Respected, dear Madam KAMAKSHI,
This day as you voluntarily retire
From our esteemed Coach Factory,
As an officer from a coveted tier,
This ever-fresh bloom of poesy,
With heart-felt love is strung,
And is proffered very truly,
With ardent prayers sung.
A kind and affable sister,
To her colleagues here;
Her unflinching help she'd administer,
To wipe out many a tear!
With her intelligence wound,
She has crossed many a cadre;
To her duty ever bound,
She has climbed the ladder.
But from her career, bright
She has chosen to take wings;
To enjoy the wonderful twilight,
Which Life's evening brings.
Remember we will, till rest,
Is the assurance clear;
Forget-us-not is the request,
From your colleagues dear.
With fond love flowing,
From two sons—so proud;
The couple would be glowing,
With their children, beloved.
Muses' blessings to you,
To sing with a sweet voice;
Has be-got a daughter-in-law too—
A darling of a choice.
May the grand-child pin
Together your affections—all
And may you and your kin
With God's Blessings enthrall.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Acrostic to Smt.Neela Bai Ganesan
N eela Bai Madam, our beloved colleague, so dear,
E ntrain as you, from Integral Coach Factory's sphere;
E mblem of our deep love—this little poesy's flower,
L ay we, requesting you, to remember us, for ever,
A s fresh we retain you in our memory's bower.
B enevolent and kind, caring and guileless:
A ffectionate at heart, with pure love—matchless;
I nnocent a person—you are so good and peerless!
G athered here -with eyes brimming, we bid adieu,
A t this hour to the Almighty we pray with hearts, true—
N otably from the tier of an APO, as you depart,
E mbossing thirty-six years' of service meritoriously wrought,
S overeignity may shower on you It's Blessings dart,
A nd with your loving spouse and kin around,
N urturing health and peace, your heart with happiness may abound.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Dear sister
Sister is
Not only
Sister...
MY
Truley girl friend...
Sister
Not only sister...
My child's...
Teacher....
Also my child hood
Teacher...
With a loving servent...
Playing partner...
Sister is
Not only sister...
Guide + Advoicer
With my life...
Sister not only
A sister
My dear mom
A youthFull mom...!
Sister not only
Sister...
My dear and dear...
Of family V.i.P
At one of
My life heart...
Dear my dear
Sister...
Your sister's
how are you...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Acrostic poesy to Madam Suguna Ramalingam
S UGUNA, our respected Friend—so beloved,
U nto you these words are strung and garlanded.
G entle and Loving, Kind companion with benevolence,
U nderstanding and a paragon of virtue—par excellence,
N oble, with a modest wear of many an accomplishment,
A dieu, to you, this Day we bid with hearts rent.
R econciliation to the void created at this separation,
A s you relinquish I C F before due superannuation,
M ighty task, but it is, to ourselves fully acquiesce.
A t your home, now in leisure, with your consort pious,
L ife would sure be relaxed with your grand child proud.
I n your memory to retain and etch this friendly crowd,
N ow this memento is presented by caring souls so loved.
GOD Almighty and SRI SATHYA SAI BABA—to profusely shower
A mple blessings on you and your kin as done ever,
M oist eyes sincerely pray for Happiness to ever flower.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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To the Departed Soul of my dear friend KASTHURI-Poem-1
To the departed soul
of my dear friend
KASTHURI
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Oh! my Kasthuri!
My dear, dear friend!
My beloved, revered, a God-send!
I know not
What sin of any sort
I ever did commit, even in thought
To lose you,
A gem of lives few
Who attained full nobility true!
To your duty tightly tied,
You were kindness personified,
With simplicity swinging in your stride!
Beauty you ardently loved,
Gulping it to your heart's content, you roved,
But by fate's cruel hand were you shoved!
Books and books you read,
All day your eyes on them, you shed,
Peace they instilled even in thy death-bed!
A loving dear indeed!
My heart's fond friend in need;
From Death's icy hands, her life I couldn't plead!
Wherever can I find
A true friend of thy kind
Taking my heart behind? .
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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My Angel...
My angel has been sent afar to keep watch over you,
May he give you inspiration in everything you do.
May he show you peace and love is always the way,
May you feel the loving care that he brings to you this day.
May my angel keep you near and in his sight my friend,
May you hear my angels heart beating out the love I send.
May he lift you up on high with his golden angel wings,
May he keep you standing tall and teach your heart to sing.
May he whisper wisdom in your ear,
May he touch your soul and calm your fear.
May he fill your desperate wanting need,
May he keep you free from feelings of greed.
May he always walk with you by your side,
May he fill you with courage so you never hide.
May he give to you his pure sweet love,
May he shower you with these gifts from high above.
May he show you ecaxtly what you mean to me,
May he show you that true love can set us all free.
My angel brings these special gifts afar for you,
Because this Dreamer knows, you are a friend so true...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Ingrained
memory ingrained in the memory,
faces ingrained in the wood.
light ingrained in the darkness,
evil ingrained in the good.
poor man ingrained in the bricks
that built the rich man's home.
father ingrained in the child,
his destination, gone...
freedom ingrained in oppression,
moth ingrained in the flame.
tomorrow ingrained in today,
the nameless ingrained in the name.
courage ingrained in the fears
that determination overcomes.
God ingrained in the human,
left standing when all is done!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Husband And Wife
The world had chafed his spirit proud
By its wearing, crushing strife,
The censure of the thoughtless crowd
Had touched a blameless life;
Like the dove of old, from the water’s foam,
He wearily turned to the ark of home.
Hopes he had cherished with joyous heart,
Had toiled for many a day,
With body and spirit, and patient art,
Like mists had melted away;
And o’er day-dreams vanished, o’er fond hopes flown,
He sat him down to mourn alone.
No, not alone, for soft fingers rest
On his hot and aching brow,
Back the damp hair is tenderly pressed
While a sweet voice whispers low:
“Thy joys have I shared, O my husband true,
And shall I not share thy sorrows too?”
Vain task to resist the loving gaze
That so fondly meets his own,
Revealing a heart that cares for praise
From him and him alone;
And though censure and grief upon him pall,
Unto to her, at least, he is all in all.
What though false friends should turn aside,
Or chill with icy look;
What though he meet the pitying pride,
The proud heart ill can brook;
There are depths of love in one gentle heart,
Whose faith with death alone will part.
Aye! well may thy brow relax its gloom,
For a talisman hast thou
’Gainst hopes that are blighted in their bloom,
’Gainst scornful look or brow—
Her heart is a high and a holy throne
Where monarch supreme thou reignest alone.
Kindly return her tender gaze,
Press closely that little hand,
Whisper fond words and soothing praise—
They are ever at thy command;
It is all the harvest she asks to reap
In return for love as the ocean deep.
poem by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
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Daughter Poesy
An adopted child mine daughter Poesy
At this age of sixtyplus
My skin wrinkly and body rickety
Senses dying and soul almost ready
To up on a count down
Like the fading light of evening sky
Longing for a full moon in new moon night...
Asking everybody why
Opted I for a foreign lexicon
Whilst not an adept in home diction itself
Just a desire before expire
Though in brain much I require..
Ponder my Poesy enforcing the quintescence
So far of my cognition, Poesy to soar high
Progressively speaking, my Poesy
Years few old, amazingly
Like my country Lotus growing divine
God sent blessings! Pamper Poesy with gratitude
All concepts, knowledge mine exclusively for Poesy
My elder daughters the tamils aren't jealousy
But ponder their sister, my English Poesy
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Mother-The Eternal Goddess
None can take the place of Mom
That loving and fond hands
That very soothing and that very calm,
That very love of feeding
That very care full of charm,
She knows your heart
She knows your feelings
She reads your emotions
And all mutual dealing.
She is the Goddess
The sole Eternal
A shade of comfort
Is the love matrnal;
When you've a bruished heart
She is the doctor
She is the balm
When you have a pining brain
She is the peace
She is the calm;
She holds your fingers
To help you walk
She keeps you guiding
And helps you stand upon the rock;
I love you mom
I miss you a lot
Mom keep your fond hands
Upon my head
Give me comfort Mom
Of your soothing lap
Keep me forever
Close to your heart
Love you mom
I love you a lot!
I miss you Mom
I miss you a lot!
Vivek Tiwari
23/11/2012
poem by Vivek Tiwari
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Written In Zimmermanns Solitude.
HAIL, melancholy sage! whose thoughtful eye,
Shrunk from the mere spectator's careless gaze,
And, in retirement sought the social smile,
The heart-endearing aspect, and the voice
Of soothing tenderness, which Friendship breathes,
And which sounds far more grateful to the ear,
Than the soft notes of distant flute at eve,
Stealing across the waters: Zimmermann!
Thou draw'st not Solitude as others do,
With folded arms, with pensive, nun-like air,
And tearful eye, averted from mankind.
No! warm, benign, and cheerful, she appears
The friend of Health, of Piety, and Peace;
The kind Samaritan that heals our woes,
The nurse of Science, and, of future fame
The gentle harbinger: her meek abode
Is that dear home, which still the virtuous heart,
E'en in the witching maze of Pleasure's dance,
In wild Ambition's dream, regards with love,
And hopes, with fond security, to pass
The evening of a long-protracted day,
Serenely joyful, there.
poem by Matilda Betham
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For Mary Wismer
It is always a sad
when you hear of someone passing,
especially when that passing is of a friend.
There are never enough right words to say
as the hurt always goes too deep.
Our hearts go out to her family
whom we hold out arms to.
Mary was loved by many
not only for her poetry,
but also as a person
and the friendship that she gave.
She is out of pain now
and in God‘s loving arms forever more,
but that does not distract the sorrow
each and everyone of us feel.
May you rest in peace
dear sister and friend.
27 January 2008.
poem by David Harris
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To A Friend, With An Unfinished Poem
Thus far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme
Elaborate and swelling; yet the heart
Not owns it. From thy spirit-breathing powers
I ask not now, my friend! the aiding verse
Tedious to thee, and from thy anxious thought
Of dissonant mood. In fancy (well I know)
From business wand'ring far and local cares,
Thou creepest round a dear-loved sister's bed
With noiseless step, and watchest the faint look,
Soothing each pang with fond solicitude,
And tenderest tones medicinal of love.
I, too, a sister had, an only sister --
She loved me dearly, and I doted on her;
To her I pour'd forth all my puny sorrows;
(As a sick patient in a nurse's arms,)
And of the heart those hidden maladies
That e'en from friendship's eye will shrink ashamed.
O! I have waked at midnight, and have wept
Because she was not! Cheerily, dear Charles!
Thou thy best friend shalt cherish many a year;
Such warm presages feel I of high hope!
For not uninterested the dear maid
I've view'd her soul affectionate yet wise,
Her polish'd wit as mild as lambent glories
That play around a sainted infant's head.
He knows (the Spirit that in secret sees,
Of whose omniscient and all-spreading love
Aught to implore were impotence of mind!)
That my mute thoughts are sad before his throne,
Prepared, when He his healing ray vouchsafes,
Thanksgiving to pour forth with lifted heart,
And praise him gracious with a brother's joy!
Dec. 1794
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Good morning Sunshine
Good morning sunshine
Sweet loving light
Held in the darkness
Throughout the night
Hello sweet love
That brightens my days
With the smiles you share
And your sweet precious ways
Deep mysterious eyes
That truly amaze
The depth of passion
A heartfelt gaze
Sweet loving arms
That hold so tight
Bring warmth of love
Throughout the night
Good morning sunshine
So glad you are here
You bring such warmth
A heart so dear
Through out this day
I am thinking of you
Sweet loving thoughts
A love so true
With a simple embrace
And a soft gentle kiss
Our day lives on
Sweet loving bliss
poem by William Lindenmuth
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My Mother
Mother, mother, most beloved mother!
Oh, my heart's dearest mother!
Will there ever be another
One to replace you in one way or the other?
To dwell on you, even a little,
Makes my heart so very brittle;
Emotions gush and flood the mind,
The sluice of eyes, let the waters behind.
Such a splendid mother!
Such a wonderful mother!
A mother so lovely, neat,
A mother so honey sweet,
Is but hard to find,
As she is of a rare kind.
She'd shower love and affection,
But was a strict disciplinarian!
My darling mother was begotten
After a long penance, certain
Of my grand-parents'devotion,
And Lord Eshwara's benediction.
She was christened after Goddess Parvathi,
But being the apple of the eye,
She was aptly named 'Kannammal'
And was called 'Kannu'by all.
Though not complete in schooling,
She tread through life ever learning;
She'd nicely cook, read a book and sew;
And she was adept at many chores too!
At nineteen—a maiden, charming and coy,
She entered my father's house with joy;
But lo! There at the city of Secunderabad,
Her experience with her in-laws was sad!
Then one after one, like an acorn,
The four of us were born;
Three sweet girls and a bonny boy-
Her dancing dolls of endless joy.
My mother bubbled with happiness,
And was a milk of kindness;
She was service personified,
And a spirit of duty deified.
She taught us serene cleanliness,
And said it was next to Godliness;
Education to our raw minds, she did fetch,
And culture to carve in us, she did etch.
She cared for us proudly swell,
And she reared us extremely well;
She egged us on to truth and obedience,
And urged us to tread the path of perseverance.
Mother was a devout devotee,
Of Lord Shiva and his consort Parvathi;
She performed sacred poojas daily,
And would not eat before did her deity.
With father constantly shored
At the office of the Cantonment Board,
She was the captain to surely steer,
The ship of home to waters clear.
She proved to be an affectionate sister above
Her dear brothers and sisters in love;
To each one of them she was wonderful,
For she arranged their marriages, heartful! .
She was a true friend, in need
To ‘Mami'of Marredpalli indeed,
Both of them were ever so close
For one without the other was so morose.
One by one, with blissful marriage intent,
We were off to our homes in places distant;
Yet our lovely bondage was ever intact,
For the love was abiding in its impact.
Close on heels—one after another,
Grand children were born to mother;
It was her lot ne'er to herself bother,
For at thirty-eight she was a proud grandmother!
‘Aachi! ' ‘Aachi! 'With affection they'd call,
And she to them was their first pal;
To each one of the ten of them,
She was sure a pure love gem.
Happy days bounced there for mother,
At sister's house in ‘Sanjeeva Reddy Nagar';
With a fond family around her, so dear,
Interspersed with visits of people from far and near.
Lo! A dark cloud of head-ache, true,
Then descended on her sky of blue;
With throbbing pain, she suffered much,
Many a doctor offering little relief, as such.
Alas! It was not to be a passing cloud,
For the mantle of death did her shroud
In the small hours of a day-too soon—
In 1976-to be exact-on the fifteenth of June.
Though stepping into the youth of age,
Providence tore from His Book, her life's page;
All that was love and kind; good and glory,
Was pitted to dust and transformed to a story!
Mummy! Oh Mummy! Dear, my dear!
Your corporal frame has flown from here,
Your soul to rise to the Great Spirit above,
In harmony to mingle with Divine Love.
We, your darling children below,
Your foot-steps, we ardently strive to follow,
And pray to the Great Power Merciful
To rest your good soul in peace bountiful.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Sister of my Soul
I have known her since birth
the sister of my soul
she carries my soul
forever in her heart
She was young and sweet
then learnt the knowledge of life
was lost for awhile
but found love syblime
I cradle her still
with in loving arms
my sister, my friend
My soul sister at heart
Dont cry little one
you are in my heart
I hold you dear
Close to my heart
poem by Kaila George
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Tying The Knots Of Peace
With knot one,
My spell's begun
May it's power soar
It's for everyone
With knot two
Pure as mountain dew
My motive is
That my wish come true
With knot three
Find Harmony
From Ocean floor
To the tallest tree
By knot four
Open the door
End suffering
And banish war
With knot five
For peace, we'll strive
In tying this cord
My goal comes alive
With knot six
To wings adhere
My wish for peace
An end for fear
With seven knots
Adorn my cord
Be there peace at home
And peace abroad
In tying knot eight
Let peace be our fate
And with knot nine
Peace and love intertwine
poem by Jessica Millsaps
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The River That Never Runs Dry
The River That Never Runs Dry
You are the river that never runs dry, my friend
I'll go where your river flows
Its soothing and gentle sounds
Heals my wounded soul
Kisses the desires of my heart
A joy that will never last.
Let it flow, river.. let it flow
Until our pens and minds meet halfway
I am your other angel, you said so
Reach out to me,
even if we find ourselves miles apart
I'll be your friend no matter what
Look my way
who cares completely and unconditionally
You can always count on me to be with you
What then is a friend, who made me whole
A river who never runs dry of loving me.
A loving tribute to a dear friend
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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