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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 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 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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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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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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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.

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Blessings

All your days can be beautiful, when you let The Lord fulfill,
His ways and plan in your life, and His blessings will be rife,
If we only believe and trust, blessings will pour down on us,
As He opens up floodgates of, all blessings He has above.

Blessings upon us are poured, when we submit to The Lord,
This to follow all of God’s ways, as we live out all our days,
Listening to the Holy Spirit, and His prompting as we heat it,
Guiding us to those doors, where grace and blessing pours.

Then Grace will begin to flow, in ways that we’d never know,
Flowing from an endless supply, His blessing for you and I,
Blessings will flow abundantly, down to all of God’s Family,
As we live our life for Him, while keeping our life free of sin.

Blessing is to, subtle friend, in strength, as we near an end,
Coming in that final hour, when you truly need divine power,
With peace as part of a course, from a never ending source,
Peace, knowing God is near, when your heart begins to fear.

Blessings you’ll be assured, follow all who live for The Lord,
Even in a dark and lonely place, as God ministers His Grace,
The Grace, that began at Calvary, to lead all men to Eternity,
Where Blessing from our Lord, will flow to them forevermore.

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Work And Joy

Each day I live I thank the Lord
I do the work I love;
And in it find a rich reward,
All price and praise above.
For few may do the work they love,
The fond unique employ,
That fits them as a hand a glove,
And gives them joy.

Oh gentlefolk, do you and you
Who toil for daily hire,
Consider that the job you do
Is to your heart's desire?
Aye, though you are to it resigned,
And will no duty shirk,
Oh do you in your private mind
Adore your work?

Twice happy man whose job is joy,
Whose hand and heart combine,
In brave and excellent employ
As radiantly as mine!
But oh the weary, dreary day,
The wear and tear and irk
Of countless souls who cannot say:
'I love my work.'

poem by Robert William Service
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O, lord

Listen to my prayer O, Lord,
You are powerful and might God,
Give me courage and word,
Power to rule and sway over world,

I should have divine power,
Healing power and mercy to shower,
Pity on needy and blessings to poor,
Hear and bless to our urge sincere,

No misuse but application right,
Injustice challenge and rightful fight,
But will be good in hands of man?
Can earthly people act as human?

You may lament after giving power,
Complete chaos in the hands of wrong doer,
No more preachers and religious nun,
Seers, peers and God man on run,

You may be tired when facing alone,
I may prove honest and single one,
I may be your right hand and simple soul,
You will have no reason to smell foul,

Try at the outset and bless at once,
Declare it open and simply pronounce,
Rest my work will do and announce,
Not your word will ever bounce,

You might not have tried any more,
New ideas and ground to explore,
All human beings will sleep and snore,
No ill will and grudges bore,

I may still be the best bat,
It is simple but not ideas fat,
Neither has it had connivance of cat,
Nor it may wait hunt for rat,

You may not listen to my request,
Never may I claim it as conquest,
I thought it means honest and best,
Words to be kept amidst acid test,

I may look fool in your eyes,
Don’t intend to score run in byes,
I thought you may have one good hand,
Healer, compatriot and very good friend

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Lord

Listen to my prayer O, Lord,
You are powerful and mighty God,
Give me courage and word,
Power to rule and sway over world,