CYNTHIA MANOHARAN, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

CYNTHIA MANOHARAN

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Christ has a master plan,

He executeth it every time,

I am thankful he chose you,

To do his will sublime.

You are His chosen vessel,

Chosen honored and acclaimed,

Looking at thy accomplishments

I am just praise and praise.,

Now that ye shoulder a higher task,

I pray that his grace may abound,

As in past and always,

May your efforts be crowned.

Thanking God that I met you,

Though for a very short span,

Your concern spoke boldly,

Even, now as then.

How could it ever,

Escape mine eyes,

You are goodness of gold,

That is perfectly refined.

I am honored,

He gave me an opportunity to learn,

What it means to be a person?

Who for all is concerned?

Almighty I praise you,

You are worthy every time,

Giving grace to the simple,

Who on thee recline.

My heart throbs to state,

You are a model, who inspires,

A role model to follow,

For all, who success desire.

As Christ had spoken,

So have I found?

He who humbles himself,

Shall be with honour crowned

Never have I found

Someone as humble as you are,

Humility itself

Hath got great power

Oh what Herculean task

If only I could explain

Thy multifaceted personality,

In words simple and plain.

How can I pen,

My vocabulary fails,

You are a personality,

Too great to appreciate.

And may it be known,

Every word as I pen,

Emanates from my hearts' core,

Every now and then.

Respectfully I pen each line,

Praying each and every time,

May His grace continues,

As higher and higher ye climb.

Almighty I pray the

Let thy good work continue

As you thy peoples,

Strength doth renew.

Now and forever

Be her guide

For she doth us

In love doth bind

note- The first alphabet of every stanza has our mams name.