THE WISE ONE

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A rune I had penned down for my dearest friend Vatsala who turns 19 in a few minutes. 
Neymar space is a reference to her promulgating austerity …



Inspiration she permeates with her grandiose benevolence 
Not a day she was spared of my malevolence 
This angel turns nineteen today 
It’s kind of sad how Corona has kept us away 

A wunderkind in all realms of logic 
The library is a cosmos where she is never hegemonic 
The alacrity to explore  always  in her nerves 
Heaps and heaps of accolades in her conserves 






Remarkable her zeal to satiate a quest 
No matter how herculean the task manifests 
A Lilliput I am in her fabric of ‘Neymar’ space 
So much to learn from her punctilious grace 

Nematode, topper, Neymar to list some of her sobriquets 
My dumb stories and chatter, oh no ! She dozed away 
I wish my sister all the pomp and iridescence 
I hope you continue to mentor me in all adverse virulence . 

-DRA
18-03-2020
                                                  

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  1. VatsaMarch 19, 2020 at 12:24 AM

    This is amazee
    and A bit too much of praise ;)
    Thank you gal!

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