Ode of thanks..

Poem I gifted to my team in GS.. Miss the team very much :(

Ode of thanks

From the team of noise as I shift
A grown up child pleads a gift
A “durgar” left legacy, as she demands
Here I pen searching lost command
Amidst exit forms, pinging Yi San as road roller laughs
I search for rhymes breaking words into halves

My left, a “multi-watched” Cinderella, full of care
A lit up candle, drives away negativity with flair
Turn back, Raja Matha is always there
With warm heart, listening ears supplying breathing air
For the sake of rhyme and for “Orderly” Yasha to stare
I have to include the “frosty nosed glare”!

My right, a Telugu-dipped Hindi I hear,
Voice of a diligent, hardworking lady with no fear
As I start a conversation, a “karuthu” comes as a spear,
Our Santa’s Dr Oz excerpt, bike story or an imitation coming near
Silently walks a smiling Krishna, thanking his mobile dear
Speaking in zero decibel yet for “someone” very clear!

Ever smiling Gani gets to his chair
Has changed our perception about Coorg for sure
Next to him sits the leader of the gang
Making sure the team’s glories are sang
If you have managed to reach this deep
Pat on my back for not putting you to sleep!


This loving team I will surely miss
As I bid adieu with a goodbye kiss

With Love
Dwarak