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V.Balasubramani
Guest
Sir/Mam,
I only remember the following poem ‘The Brook’ by Alfred Tennyson:
[h=2]The Brook[/h]I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I wish and pray that let such good thing viz ‘Get-together’ started with a good intention grow every year with more and more participation, lively exchange of thoughts, sharing of knowledge,etc
Good day.
I only remember the following poem ‘The Brook’ by Alfred Tennyson:
[h=2]The Brook[/h]I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I wish and pray that let such good thing viz ‘Get-together’ started with a good intention grow every year with more and more participation, lively exchange of thoughts, sharing of knowledge,etc
Good day.