(presented to a woman materials planner and friend of mine on her leaving my present organisation)
Gone are the days sweet
Feat waning faster than moon
Instant Remedies to constant planning
Trestle you have been here
Rustling in the offing there
Unruffled your character seem
The scaffold manning by a woman
You said undone impossible nay
Failed in missions impossible
Nook and corner show thy power lest
Omnipresence irks the Gods hey
Omnipotent our little guard
Bare to say your care well done
Core is the work claiming for none
Fore in the front drearing you won
Fade the strays patrolling the hays
Pervade your guts for ways
Parade the team by your lane
Stripes on the sleeves and
Pride on face not
Your fare our planning God
Heir apparent to the throne with
Peers’ envy glaring upon leaving the mantle for
Exploring the wild thereupon
God be with you my fair lady
Bid we goodbye along the valley
Perchance we meet as world is small
Enhance the bonds by protracting your magic wand
rajagopal haran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vanishing-angel/
