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Dedicated to the most beautiful colleagues

There lies a wind that gushes past by
To tap mortals with an irreplaceable wand
This wand that travelled low and high
But never did it once think it would fall in sand

The sparks it creates can touch each soul
With a warming tinge so carefree
The depth, the pace and bereft cajole
Will put to sleep even the intolerant sea

When a powerful force as though prevails
Why fear any crooked, bumpy path
Together in the sea, any ship can sail
Only a matter of time and a crack will surpass

You were my wand, you were my force
The sunshine none can replicate
For this beam comes smiling at its course
That can make kindness a mandate

Shall I see the force elsewhere? , I don’t know
But the best I’ve seen in the best form
It is sanguine and humble, I take a bow
To all of you; who are blessed with that divine charm




P.S: A small correction there. Not colleagues but friends, buddies , truly malvelous people ever found!


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Sometimes its nice to let yourself loose Laugh like never before.... Infact...its always nice.....