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Àŧùl Oct 2016
Happy Birthday Arvind!
Àŧùl
Oct 2016
...
Had a fine sumptuous meal,
And received all good wishes,
Pal you looked so happy today,
Plus 28 years you completed,
You shall remember it all.
Best moments were spent with us,
In the lab we are one big family,
Rings of halo on your head,
Today on your birthday,
Heavy meals we all had,
Doing a lunch we did enjoy,
Another birthday comes so late,
Yes, obviously of the other labmates.
Afterwards, we might get separated,
Resting and working for ourselves,
Venerated is our Dr Mohanty sir,
Inches we are getting stronger,
Never getting discouraged,
Define he does a father.
Had a fine sumptuous meal,
And received all good wishes,
Pal you looked so happy today,
Plus 28 years you completed,
You shall remember it all.
Best moments were spent with us,
In the lab we are one big family,
Rings of halo on your head,
Today on your birthday,
Heavy meals we all had,
Doing a lunch we did enjoy,
Another birthday comes so late,
Yes, obviously of the other labmates.
Afterwards, we might get separated,
Resting and working for ourselves,
Venerated is our Dr Mohanty sir,
Inches we are getting stronger,
Never getting discouraged,
Define he does a father.
Our labmate Arvind Verma has had a birthday today on 22nd of October, 2016 and we all enjoyed a lot at his birthday lunch at the highway food joint named Zhilmil Dhaba (pronounced jhilmil dhaaba) at the behest of our cool proteomics lab in-charge Dr Ashok Kumar Mohanty.
Even God will bless you with happiness, Arvind sir.
HP Poem #1208
©Atul Kaushal
Even God will bless you with happiness, Arvind sir.
HP Poem #1208
©Atul Kaushal
Pier Paolo Pasolini Jun 2017
A Rosari
Tu la ciera la ciar a pesa
tal sèil a ven di lus.
No sta sbassà i vuj, puòr zòvin,
se tal grin l'ombrena a è greva.
Rit, tu, zòvin lizèir,
sintìnt in tal to cuàrp
la ciera cialda e scura
e il fresc, clar sèil.
In miès da la puora Glisia
al è pens di peciàt il to scur
ma ta la to lus lizera
al rit il distìn di un pur.
tal sèil a ven di lus.
No sta sbassà i vuj, puòr zòvin,
se tal grin l'ombrena a è greva.
Rit, tu, zòvin lizèir,
sintìnt in tal to cuàrp
la ciera cialda e scura
e il fresc, clar sèil.
In miès da la puora Glisia
al è pens di peciàt il to scur
ma ta la to lus lizera
al rit il distìn di un pur.
Àŧùl
Nov 2016
Staying and not giving up is brevity,
And I have a lot of that within me,
Developed even more with time.
This – all of this – is just a challenge,
Have not I faced more serious time,
At the doors of hell trapped was me,
Thermal oven my forehead became.
Yes, unnatural temperatures of fever,
Off my forehead rose moist fumes,
Underrated my chances of living.
Greatly influenced by my loneliness,
A* strength of bearing just anything,
Very pure are such lovely feelings,
Escaping I am never my destiny.
Understood I never why you gave up,
P**lus I see you adamantly remain same.
And I have a lot of that within me,
Developed even more with time.
This – all of this – is just a challenge,
Have not I faced more serious time,
At the doors of hell trapped was me,
Thermal oven my forehead became.
Yes, unnatural temperatures of fever,
Off my forehead rose moist fumes,
Underrated my chances of living.
Greatly influenced by my loneliness,
A* strength of bearing just anything,
Very pure are such lovely feelings,
Escaping I am never my destiny.
Understood I never why you gave up,
P**lus I see you adamantly remain same.
I had all the reasons to give up,
But I didn't because I am brave,
And I am proud of myself for all what I bear,
The first doctor gave up on me like a coward.
HP Poem #1264
©Atul Kaushal
But I didn't because I am brave,
And I am proud of myself for all what I bear,
The first doctor gave up on me like a coward.
HP Poem #1264
©Atul Kaushal