A. N. Sarma
Oh joy! Don’t offend, I tell only my mind
Never I saw you in replete - prior,
Although I tried often earlier,
A day shall come to present your face kind
On my mother’s lap I didn’t feel you,
For too young to call upon you,
As a student I knew not for clear,
Since we had too many tests for fear.
Marriage made me joyous -
only tense time,
As children made the family prime.
All my earnestness turned dim as midday moon
Now, Oh joy! The great! I see you full in delight
In flesh and blood of town’s elite,
Clapping and acclaiming my play staged tonight.