To my aunt living far



My marriage all went very fine,
That’s why my heart just wants to rhyme.

Still wished that you, Sydney and kakai by my side,
Were there in my wedding, beside me and my bride.

Still no pandemonium crossed my path,
Had blessings from all and no wrath.

Hope to go to Kerala one day,
Who knows in some December or in month of May.

Thanks for all your advice and counsel,
Just want to say be happy & stay well.
Dalai-Lama

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