Nissim Ezekiel.  Goodbye Party For Miss Pushpa T.S.

Nissim Ezekiel. Goodbye Party For Miss Pushpa T.S.

Author: The Ceylon Press September 27, 2025 Duration: 2:24


 
Friends, 
our dear sister 
is departing for foreign 
in two three days, 
and 
we are meeting today 
to wish her bon voyage. 
 
You are all knowing, friends, 
What sweetness is in Miss Pushpa. 
I don't mean only external sweetness
but internal sweetness.
Miss Pushpa is smiling and smiling
even for no reason but simply because
she is feeling.

Miss Pushpa is coming
from very high family.
Her father was renowned advocate
in Bulsar or Surat,
I am not remembering now which place.

Surat? Ah, yes,
once only I stayed in Surat
with family members
of my uncle's very old friend-
his wife was cooking nicely…
that was long time ago.

Coming back to Miss Pushpa
she is most popular lady
with men also and ladies also.

Whenever I asked her to do anything,
she was saying, 'Just now only
I will do it.' That is showing
good spirit. I am always
appreciating the good spirit.

Pushpa Miss is never saying no.
Whatever I or anybody is asking
she is always saying yes,
and today she is going
to improve her prospect
and we are wishing her bon voyage.
Now I ask other speakers to speak
and afterwards Miss Pushpa
will do summing up.


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The copyright of this podcast recording is David Swarbrick @The Ceylon Press 2025. 

POETRY FROM THE JUNGLE GRATEFULLY ACKNOWLEDGES THE COPYRIGHT CREDIT: 
Copyright Credit: The copyright for Nissim Ezekiel's poem, "Goodbye Party for Miss Pushpa T.S.", is held by the estate of Nissim Ezekiel.


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