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I grapple
with soil
and ties
with day
spas that
mineral springs
picnic is
where ornament
lake certainly
must educate
men into
father of
kingdom that
hail to
the chief
on Labor
Day too
an orient of song
Àŧùl Jul 2017
Though I am not related to you,
Hardly ever I felt this in your warmth,
Actually your care is so fatherly,
Not once did I feel unhandy with you,
Kindness is imbued in your nature.

You never lost your cool, and,
Organized weekly lab meetings,
Understanding all the workers.

Docile I had been so much,
Ready me for thesis you did.

Most kind of all my teachers,
On advising and enlightening,
Homely atmosphere you provide,
Always there holding your cool,
Not failing to lift our spirits,
Thinking about you I am,
Y**our wisdom is full of light.
My HP Poem #1627
©Atul Kaushal

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