M adam Mythily is the echo in I C F <br />Y oung and old, both alike, <br />T hink of you, with respects—as a Chef, <br />H igh Priest, Mother, Sister, and the like. <br />I ndeed you have been our Governess—so well told; <br />L oving one and all with a heart of gold; <br />Y earning ever to march forward. <br /> <br />G rilled to your home and hearth, though, <br />O ffice work has ever seen you thorough. <br />P oetry in you saw an ardent lover <br />A ppreciating Nature at every juncture. <br />L ove for writing and painting, embroidery and knitting <br />A dmirably, in you, did beautifully flower. <br />K nowledge of philosophy and other subjects abound, <br />R emarkably well in your talk with thoughts profound. <br />I ngrained with culture, your children four, <br />S hining with education, they've come to the fore. <br />H anding our love to you, through this poesy, <br />N ow, when from I C F, you retire -we pray, <br />A lmighty God to have you as ever, <br />N igh to His Choicest Blessings bower.<br /><br />chandra thiagarajan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acrostic-to-smt-mythily-gopalakrishnan/
