Lo, The light of the extraordinary brilliance,
Cast its warmth upon me,
I, the son of a pauper,
drenched in my own misery,
Waited for the right moment,
arrival marked by celebrations,
Kins and foes dining on the same platter,
Here and there, greetings and felicitations,
A genteel warm voice, a 'melodious' cry,
filled the air of buzz and talks,
reconciled my faith on the fact,
'You', my governor, by the side of the distressed of all walks,
The diamond, I was bestowed, is of utmost brilliance,
Till this day, I heal me on it, A true pa-tern,
I seek your grace, in my joys and sorrows,
for the wonderful gift, My dear son! ! !
This poem is dedicated to all the sons by their proud fathers..
Sreeram Vasudevan
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