It was my dream to see Mr.Ruskin Bond in person. I had written this poem as a present for him. I did give it to him, hoping he would read it some day. May he live long and healthy!
I keep a Bond book by my pillow every night
It brings pretty dreams, it makes me feel light
The garden, the pool, the banyan, and the deodar
My mouth waters for the chaat in the bazaar
The stories of Dehra and Landour
Always take me on a virtual tour
Lal Tibba, Pari Tibba, clock tower, the old church
To the places where Rusty roamed so much…
Whenever I feel sad, low, and melancholy
I pick up a Bond book and read slowly
The “cheer up tonic” takes away the gloom
Brings a smile – like your flower pot in full bloom…
Nature is prettier through your eyes
You paintings of words simply mesmerize
Even a python looks cute and lovely
Touch of moss and grass seems heavenly
Amidst all complexes, Bond books are a respite
In Ruskin’s world, all is soothing and bright
Simple is pretty and small is beautiful
Ruskin can make anything look wonderful!
To see the world that I have seen through your stories
I have come from far, leaving behind all worries
Seeing you in person is a dream come true
One wish remains, is to be like you!
From so many of your fans, I am just one
I relate to your works, like I do to none,
Lady Bond- I call myself in secret, and smile
Be a writer like you, and make life worthwhile
Here I wish you from the core of my heart,
Health and happiness, and all that you want
You live forever, and may you never rest the quill,
Love and regards, to the Writer from the Hills.