ADITI

A warm blanket, in the chilling cold, 

When down and wilted, only hand to hold. 

She's a truepenny, to me being a tenderfoot, 

I tried to Ingratiate but others turned mute. 

An adroit lady always kept me chasten, 

With beamish attitude & amicable relation. 

In this impudent world, she is magnanimous, 

I kept Aggoging her with no fuss. 

I turned taciturn and abash to all, 

Can always grimace to her, big or small. 

May Lord bless you with headway to victory, 

Thanks for your belief and not letting me flee. 

                                    - SWARNA GOSWAMI