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I found it hard to believe,
When I was told by our friend Yves,
That I would soon get an award.
But nevertheless I was awed.
I thought to myself, “What a chance
To strengthen ties with my dear .”
Though others may deserve this more,
is a land, that I adore.
I’m not the first to set eyes on
And fall in love, right at first glance.
Where on the planet could you see
A city that vies with ?
The culture, art and bonhomie,
The cheese, the wine, gastronomy,
The lovely language, spoken and written,
All could explain why I’m so smitten.
But all the same, I also see
Some reasons in the family tree.
My father’s uncle Manchershah,
Whose partner’s son is Remu Shah,
Lived for years and years in ,
And dealt in auto parts and jewelry.
When he retired he lived with us
And taught our parrot how to cuss.
Though I ofcourse was very young,
Who knows, perhaps I was first stung
Then, by the bug of love of ?
Could it have been Sohrab perchance?
He was Francophone and Francophile.
He had his own panache and style,
Was president of the
And decorated twice by .
His absence is the only cloud.
Today, I know, he would be proud.
All who knew him, do miss him much.
He always had a special touch.
And now a word for the ,
Which is a constant link to .
Rati and I both studied there.
And so I think it’s only fair
To thank them for all they have done.
With Patrick, I think, we’ve really won.
The now has reached new heights,
With Keo, space is in our sights.
I’m deeply grateful to Bernard,
Who is a diplomatic star,
For kindly coming all the way,
From the capital to ,
Just to present me this award.
With all our hearts let us applaud.
To Yves, of course, thanks are due
And to the Taj for the venue.
With thanks to you, my dear friends,
Finally my poem ends.
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