A water lily flowered in the rock-pool, a poem was written, cards were made, and vast quantities of Masala Dosas consumed yesterday. Wish you were here.
It is September the twenty-fourth and
Badri is Sweet 16 today
Surely Sweet Sixteen was a while ago
I hear some people say
Look carefully at that verse again
And see where words are used
If I had said it is Sept 18
Would you have got confused?
Perhaps not, if you know the trick
And can switch bases with ease
A rose by any other name
Would still be visited by bees
That 16 is twenty-two is irrelevant
For the purpose of my message
Shall we agree, all of you
That Badri is sweet, not his age