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Naga Nandhini

Abstract

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Naga Nandhini

Abstract

For Thanksgiving Day

For Thanksgiving Day

2 mins
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Even logic slumps and is slaughtered when literature confronts incarnate

Let us not quiver, draw our swords alarmed

But be without arms and calm finding warmth.

We finally come to that bend of the road,

Where we get down with our bags full of load!

Load overcoated with the beads of perspiration rebelling to evaporate.

A porter balances the portmanteau perpendicular,

We cannot do it however we exert our senses.

The wheels of our trolley are not ready to be forward bound, nor do they disagreeable screech.

Stillness moving and unmoving engulfs us! Our faces later shall be painted- pure white bleached,

For we do fear a bit thinking what could our frame next fit.

We tremble as we shall part from the agreeable arms;

Of love, comfort, and memories bulky.

Soon we are shot by the flame of thunder! Sundering sorrows are blank and hollow.

The glow of a distinct erudition lingers;

An epiphany breaks in worming through our parched heads,


With full of spring and the joy of sunlight, flowers, and life!

We quit gloom and rise from ponderous beds,

And wear our gargantuan grade of an animated smile!


With the train-like name most uncanny of all in disposition and mien ;

"I have truly lived thirteen months out of thirty-six, it's absurd and unfair!"

For the rest of the months, I had to hide myself under a mammoth mask and was utterly lost"

It smiles despite as it should not cry at the moment last.

Bewailing over the plundered past,

But only thank the station of teachers for their best-taught parts.

For it is they who stirred awesome magic with passion!

Made hands and limbs and a torso unparalleled, our literary mansion.

Thanks and plenty thanks now we unpack congregating as a whole,

Off the bag of cornucopia tossing treats and tidbits!

To share our dearest delight with the voices that guided us.

To those real verbal stars of our beloved department that constantly abides.

They have granted us the wand, the boon that can never be mined out like gold

But shine in us inherited as invisibly fabulous and as much

As it shines in them when they with their narration our heart touch!

Like the brightest morning sun, it shall come,

Like the gleaming jewel white moon

It shall eternally glitter within and behind for the coming years.

And again, you are all the most ambitious teachers we as students sought

Ample thanks, thanks, and many thanks from a host of grateful hearts. 


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