Eponymous Ondaatje – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In the pages of his prose and verse,

Michael Ondaatje weaves a universe,

Of vivid images and complex themes,

That linger long after the final scenes.

With pen in hand, he conjures worlds,

Of distant lands and hidden pearls,

Of lives in flux and hearts in pain,

Of love and loss, joy and disdain.

His words, like brushstrokes on a canvas,

Paint portraits of people in transit,

Through time and space, past and present,

In moments fleeting or forever immanent.

In his work, Ondaatje captures

The essence of humanity’s fractures,

And yet, amidst the chaos and strife,

He finds beauty in the midst of life.

For Michael Ondaatje, the world’s a stage,

And through his words, he helps us engage,

With the mysteries of our own existence,

In all its glory and its persistence.

So let us raise a toast to the man,

Who spins tales like no one else can,

Michael Ondaatje, master of the pen,

We thank you for the gifts you send.