In the quiet halls of diplomacy,
Where whispers carry weight more than shouts,
There walks Tripman, the envoy of harmony,
A bearer of dialogues, inside and out.
His seal, a testament to the silent power,
That binds nations in a silent accord,
A symbol, not just of an hour,
But of promises kept and a peaceful reward.
Through the corridors of change he strides,
Leaving footprints on the sands of time,
In every handshake, trust abides,
In every seal, a future sublime.
Ambassador Tripman, with every journey's leap,
Sows seeds of hope that the world will keep.
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I hope this poem reflects the impactful yet often unseen work of an ambassador like Tripman. 😊
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