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Ashwin Kumar Jun 2023
I have never met you
And you don't even know I exist
But you have cast a spell on me
From which it would be very difficult to recover
Your eyes blaze with an intensity
That can even melt steel
Your smile is so beautiful
That it cannot be surpassed
Even by that of Mona Lisa
Your laugh is so musical
That even the songs of AR Rahman
Would pale in comparison
Your hairstyle is an art in itself
Your dress sense is so impeccable
That it would put even the finest Italian designers to shame
And last but not the least
We come to your acting
A Sri Lankan Tamil dancer *** revolutionary
In the movie "Jagame Thanthiram"
A humble and yet powerful boatwoman
In "PS1" and "PS2"
A fierce wrestler with short hair
Forced to become a submissive housewife with long hair
In "Gatta Kusthi"
And finally
A teacher dealing with troublesome students
As well as impending layoffs and rejected marriage proposals
In "Archana 31 Not Out"
Given any kind of role, you play it to perfection
Born with oodles of natural talent
You nevertheless refuse to rest on your laurels
And put your heart and soul
Into the profession which you hold so dear
You are an inspiration to one and all
Forced to do an MBBS
By your extremely conservative parents
You have nevertheless the courage
To break free of the shackles placed on you
And pursue your own dreams
What's more, the risks you have taken off
Have ultimately paid off
You are the numero uno of present day Mollywood
And flying high in Kollywood as well
Yes, you have cast a spell on me
But it was a spell, that I refused to resist
And rightly so
Yet Another Poem dedicated to one of my all-time favourite celebrities; actress Aishwarya Lekshmi.
Rajnandini Jan 17
"Dad I want to be a doctor" nine-year-old said,
Dad replied, "Doctors would not leave their bread".
"Come on dad, I don't want to eat"
"Doctor makes sure their breakfast is complete."
He angrily went out "bye-bye dad"
Thought to himself, "Is not eating breakfast, that bad?"
He studied hard, day and night,
Dad's words were "Make me proud, be my light"
He completed MBBS, with skills so fine,
Now he can make his dad proud, all the time.

One day, a call "Can I have a word?"
2:56pm, his dad's voice was last heard.
He ran to his house, his mom frowning,
his heart skipped a beat with white surrounding.
Dd was his strength, his luck, his power,
now his dad is rounded with flower.
Close to dad's ear, remembering the past,
he whispered, "Dad I am now a doctor, I had my breakfast."
This poem tells the story of a boy who dreams of becoming a doctor to make his dad proud. Despite his dad's initial skepticism, the boy works hard and achieves his goal. Tragically, his dad passes away before he can see his son's success. The poem highlights the themes of determination, hard work, and the bittersweet nature of achieving a dream after losing a loved one.

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