Supriya Choudary Poems
|4.||All Play And No Work....Wow!||7/17/2009|
|6.||Musings Over A Morose Morning||6/30/2009|
|7.||My Name Is Chanda||6/16/2009|
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This is a poem written in honour of my father. He continues to be my best friend, has always given me freedom in all my pursuits of life and has given me ample scope to evolve into a better human being. Thank you Daddy! !
His arms cradled me when I needed affection,
“Nanna” my first word, taught me nuances of diction.
Nor a big burly frame neither the man tallest,
For me he was my daddy strongest.
Meandered through lessons of compassion,
It was his entire simple benediction.
A seed into a sapling as I evolved,
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