The Sky may seem bluer
And the Grass greener
There’s something in the air
Which you’ve ne’er seen’r
Short of four decades
You’ve served with pride
Everything does recede
Even the rising tide
As you walk out today
With your head held high
Our necks crane upwards
As we look up to the sky
A friend, mentor and more
You’ve been to scores of younglings
With all our heart, mind and soul
We sit you excellent tidings
This poem was composed for Commodore Aseem Anand on his superannuation from the Indian Navy after 38.5 years of glorious service.
© Rahul Sitaraman, 2023. All rights reserved. Views expressed are personal except where cited, and written without any malice or ill-intention. i can be reached at me@rahulsitaraman.info and rahulsitaraman@hotmail.com