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An Invaluable Gift
by Rupradha Mookerjee
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You are the song of a nightingale,
The silent prayer of the monks,
The savior of lost, weary souls,
The messenger of love and life!

I adore your poise, your ability,
You are the pride of a pen,
The temple of magical scripts,
A blessing for the poet’s world!

You are the charm of poetic musing,
The expression of a hundred hearts,
The glory of a thousand inscriptions,
An invaluable gift for Boloji.com!

(Dedicated to Prof. Madhav Sarkunde)
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March 04, 2012
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Comments on this Poem

Comment That is applicable to you too..Kumarendra Ji. Thanks a lot!! :)

rupradhamookerjee
04/05/2012 00:32 AM

Comment Rupradha, all that you have scripted for Prof Madhav applies to you too. You are a golden poem and a melodious song, too. I am deeply touched by your sentiments. Accept my hearty congratulations. Love.

Kumarendra Mallick
04/04/2012 22:32 PM

Comment I am so spellbound by your comment that I read it several times. Well you deserve every bit of it Professor!! A bouquet of thanks to you!!

rupradhamookerjee
04/04/2012 02:33 AM

Comment Rupradhaji. You have brought tears to my eyes and when tears trickle down I feel unburdened of my ancient sorrows. Really you soothed my heart with palm of your loving poem .You have got godly heart. You lifted me from dust of calumny and put on the throne of glory. There goes a Gazal in Hindi

Itan tuta hun ki cchune se bikhar jaunga
Ab duva mat deina , mein mar jaunga

( I am broken so much s that if you touch me ,I will get scattered
all over.Now don't bless me anymore or I will die now and here )

Radhaji , Ocean of thanks for your genuine feelings towards a person like me, who stand as a lonely tree in the desert of dejections. Also congrats for Ed's Choice

flame
04/04/2012 02:13 AM




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