Dear Santannu Roy,
the unforgetting friend,
I had your wedding card;
Happiness found no word.
Pure in heart, innocent in
look,
You deserve a bride of good
book,
Who to have you is fortunate,
In whom you find an intimate.
Time and space long
interrupted
But your remembrance on me
stayed,
Notwithstanding our withered
company,
To which I owe many, many.
You and your spouse have a
life,
Where each enriches the other
And stands for the other’s
pride.
Then love sticks when looks
fade.
Long live, nay, live long.
12.02.2001
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