Namaste, Mr. Bond

Flying unrestrained, your pen never stops

Giving Mussoorie a magnificent obeisance

Fueling the urge to visit this heaven

And see all the things you laud

 

The twist in the journey aboard a train

Long fascinating conversation transpiring

The little secret of blindness hidden

Took me by immense surprise

 

Is the bungalow really there? I ponder

Of the boy, his uncle and the panther

The funny twist in the boy’s fate

Finding the panther where hunters falter

 

Ruskin Bond’s book of Verse

The most admirable that ever was

Only; If only I get to meet you!

You would like that too, won’t you?

17 thoughts on “Namaste, Mr. Bond”

  1. Very nice, Sahana. I’m sure you made Ruskin’s day! Not sure how you handed, but a print on a Satin/Silk would have certainly got pinned on his board 🙂

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  2. Wow lovely Ode to Sir Ruskin Bond !
    I am sure he would have been truly touched by your poem.. coming from such a young heart! 👏 great work

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