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chandra thiagarajan


To the Departed Soul of my dear friend KASTHURI-Poem-1


To the departed soul
of my dear friend
KASTHURI

POEM -1


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? .

Submitted: Friday, May 04, 2012

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This poem is dedicated to my bosom friend Miss.S.KASTHURI Who was my colleague in ICF(Integral Coach Factory) , Indian Railways, Chennai, and who was snatched away by fate in the prime of her youth.There are seven poems written in honour of her.

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