Rivers Of Light On Soho Road... Poem by P A Noushad ...

On a September dawn of golden grace,
In Soho Road's embrace, beneath England's sky,
Art unfurled its wings with a smiling face,
And charity's heartbeat pulsed softly by...

Kareena's laughter, a shimmering flame,
Shafina's gaze, like a verse in flight,
Their presence, a dance where dreams became
Bright constellations in velvet night...

Malabar Gold gleamed, a river of stars,
A branch reborn in a gilded stream,
Where polished metal and human hearts
Joined hands to build a brighter dream...

And far away, in Vatakara's glow,
Their honour crowned my humble name,
For words I wove, for fields I sowed,
In literature, sport, and learning's flame...

I felt the music of movement and soul,
Where dance was prayer, and kindness sang,
Each step a story, each gesture whole,
Each note a bell that forever rang...

The art and the words began to entwine,
Like rivers kissing the moonlit shores,
Their voices whispered, "This moment is thine,
A spark to illuminate distant wars."

So let this memory, radiant and free,
Flow on through time, a celestial sign,
That art and goodwill, like a boundless sea,
Reflect the stars and forever shine...