From a friend.... for a friend

From a dear friend, the language of the poetry is so simple and rhythmic that more than the aura of the matter, the emotions flow. Thank you for this lovely praise, so direct yet shielded from the attack of humility. I am deeply touched and may those last few lines always remain true, a humble dream that i desire.
 Mr. Pillai

Of course, Mr. Pillai is one of a kind,
Although his actions may suggest otherwise,
He actually has a very sound mind,
It is not far, the time, when he shall rise.

Food is his weakness, love, interest and passion,
His roommates are always short of ration,
His dance move is the latest sensation.
He does have a way with words,
He doesn’t believe, in following the herds,
May not look like, but does belong to the nerds.
He is even a poet, but simply doesn’t show it.

For every man, there comes a moment,
Beyond which he thinks it’s the end,
It crosses that stage, where he does no longer lament,
Believe me friend, it is never late to mend,
This idea Mr. Pillai I want you to comprehend,
For some purpose to this earth, you were sent.

His first impression, is not what is lasting,
After meeting him, most people end up blasting,
But what lasts is his promise, his loyalty,
He will stand by you, whether you challenge a cow or some royalty,
He may call himself Arab, though actually a Malay,
That for you ladies and gentlemen, is our Mr. Pillai.

Nisarg Gandhi
3rd July 2010

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