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Thou hast granted her thy Grace for her profession,
So, we thank Thee ever and ever and praise Thee,
Thou hast kept her in Thy Palms five and ten years,
And Thou hast let her step onto Sixteenth year,
All in the past years Thou hast carried in Thee,
And she will be in Thee till the end by Thy Grace,
Worldly counts may not matter much,
Yet, they are Thy additional gifts unto us,
Yet, Thy Eternal Home is for us predestined,
So, keep us in Thee till the end by Thy Grace,
Thorns and spikes bled her in those tears,
But Thy Mercy and Will shielded her,
And it's our prayers unto thee to be in Thee ever.
On the occasion my wife's 16th year of profession (15/09/2026)
MBJ Pancras Sep 11
In thy old garden the old tree had withered!
Thou wert running on the road like a drifted ship,
Yea, Thy old grandma had gone to eternal sleep,
Thy clothes been sprinkled with her red blood,
I saw thee with wings bruised like a wounded bird,
The passers-by had not turned their hearts towards thee,
It was at morning around six; the sun rising as usual,
Yet it had seemed unusual unto thee on that day -
Yea, 38 years ago it had happened in thy teenage,
Thou had lost the colour of life in thee,
I stopped thee while I had been on my routine morning stroll,
Thou held my hands with thy fingers stained with blood,
Thou uttered: "15 minutes to 6 on that morning my old tree withered."
Thou had no relationships to share thy woes,
Alone Thou wert seen shouting and screaming on thy way sans right direction.
What would be thy future, for thy motherly bird had breathed last?
It was on 11th September 38 years ago!
A flash of nostalgic elegy 'cross my mind struck.
A nostalgia of a young girl's grandma's death 38 years ago!
MBJ Pancras Sep 8
On that day - the day thou wert born, flashed 'cross:
A seed had been sowed in the garden - a seed from Above,
Months ago been sowed to grow with HIS Grace,
Growing by HIS Grace to reach the Will of Heaven,
Their world shook with expectations-emotionally struggled,
He was on his way towards the newly- knit cradle,
The mother on the couch of pain wriggled,
The good Samaritan stood beside the cradle,
The clock, striking seven seconds to four, raised its silent alarm,
The babe, released from the womb, gave a mumbled cry,
And it was a cry like the nightingale's song,
Yea, she was born by HIS Grace.
These memories flash 'cross now to be painted in my verse 21 years after,
Yea, she's now entering 22.
The Lord is always beside her
And she is God's Gift.
My daughter's birth nostalgia!
MBJ Pancras Sep 8
Be thankful unto the Lord for His Mercy showered on thee,
The path thou hast walked hath been chosen by HIM,
So, say thanks unto the Lord,
And know always Christ JESUS is the Lord,
Thou might have had thorns on the way,
Yet thou hast been kept in the Lord's Palms,
The Lord hath been with thee ever to guide thee,
So, thank HIM for His Eternal Love.
Thou art a beautiful flower in HIS Garden,
And He maketh thee spread fragrance for HIM,
So, sing praises unto HIM ever and ever.
On my daughter's 22nd birthday....
MBJ Pancras Apr 10
Thou hast been in the Hands of God -
The Providence from Above since thy birth,
Although trod on the path of thistles and thorns awhile,
Thou hast been carried by the Hands of the Lord,
On this day, tenth of April 2025, thou turned 54,
And stepped onto 55th to travel till His Will,
Thou hast a Great Plan of God in thy life,
And it shall be to walk with Him close,
And to guide our God's Gift in the Lord,
And it shall be His Eternal Will in us.
Future is ahead to shine on earth and praise Him,
Thy thoughts and deeds shall be for Him ever,
And it's His Plan that all be saved only thro' Jesus.
So, let's all live for Him by His Grace and Providence.
My wife's  55th birthday!
MBJ Pancras Mar 22
Nourished by the breeze of Pannaipuram,
Imbibed deeply thro' the voice of Nature,
Fed with rustic lullabies- a 'varam',
Thou walked thro' thorns with thy will - thy teacher,
Drenched in all genres of musical notes,
Pace by pace thou did climb up the ladder,
Thou flew with music into people's thoughts,
And thy music is a healing doctor.
People's thoughts are of varied emotions,
And thou art sculpted by god of music,
Thy thoughts travel thro' diverse dimensions,
Music creates thee; thou learn its classic,
You're taught to write notes in varied versions,
Thy breath is music full of emotions.
A sonnet penned as a tribute to Isaignani Ilayaraja who composed his first Symphony, Valiant with Royal Philharmonic Orchestra London on 8th March 2025
MBJ Pancras Nov 2024
All by HIS Grace and Mercy till today on the 38th door,
The twain souls set in with their third soul,
And their journey to progress in HIS Will is blessed.
Their first step looked simple but with intricacies –
Of life in and out, yet it is HIS Purpose –
A mystery to human knowledge!

The steps they had continued, brought thorns,
Plodded on vicissitudes of life alone and alone,
Yet HIS Arms carried them for HIS Purpose.
Reality unto them seemed bleak and dark,
Dark clouds seemed to hinder their way unto light,
Yet HIS Grace and Mercy showed them Light.

On their 17th step a Heavenly Call entered into them,
Her travail through hours turned a prayer unto HIM,
It was the first cry of God’s Gift unto them,
A Good Samaritan stood beside the mother and the child.
The father in anticipation on wheels on the rails travelled,
The three were there with the Third One beside.

It’s their 38th milestone that the three stand with HIM,
All through their 37 milestones they walked with HIM,
And the journey of the trio been dramatic and blessed,
The world is a challenge unto them, yet Heaven is with them.
They’ve learnt: ‘Fear of the Lord is the Beginning of Wisdom.’
Their journey will be till HE decides seeking HIS Kingdom.
Completed on 30th November 2024 at 10.06 hrs on the occasion of their 38th Wedding Anniversary
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