Planets align
within chasms of truth,
as morning meanders
Ahmedabad's miles
and smiles of dawning
dare to dream
of sunrise sights
and beauty's bow.
And pigeons prance
to tiny crumb
with makeshift's moving sigh,
as limbs
and life
climb clouds...to know
such serenity inside.
Calmness captures
simplicity's frames,
whilst day time games
pursue pure love,
to dream
in rush-hour's languid scenes
that hush
as time walks on
'top tree
and sky
in greenery's glance,
from glare
of golden pride...
unhidden hopes
caress care's clutch,
as inner wealth
enriches souls.
For there amongst
those people many
a steeple shouts success,
as son of warmth
and love
and heart
sings Ahmedabad's shining air.
And so I say
to music's muse
as peace embraces all
I touch the face
of fortune's bliss
my son,
my Vic...
come home.
You became my AP son nearly 5 years ago and you & I formed a very special bond. I grew to know not only you, but your family too and often ask of their welfare. We scrapped the whole "AP mum" title many moons ago now...you are my son, regardless of AP and I love you very much. I'm very proud of you for working as hard as you have towards achieving your dreams...Vichitra Joshi is a name many will know and respect...far more than here, that's for sure.
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