My Teacher! My Guide! My Mentor! My Pride! Poem by Sachidananda Panda

On 4th of April two zero twenty two
You wanted to breathe
Breathed deep and the best
As you wanted to leave the din and bustle
Of the days wrangling, hard put on you
Shrinking shoulders wearily though
Eager to lie on pillows soft
A sound sleep, a happy retreat
For the day's routine was perhaps over

Never knew; you won't wake up
To see the morning flock
The clarion call of the world around
The day's news of Ukrainian war
Cheerleaders of I P L nor the pleading peddlers
Soaked eyes of Kith and kins
Nothing could wake you up there for the day
Crimson red daubed on thy forehead
Told me, that it was perhaps the end

My hand phone won't ring every alternate day
Your voice so endearing shall stop to say
Axioms of myriad hues,
Intricacies of themes and substances
Nuances both thick and thin
You taught me, as a teacher,
In you sir! I found a friend

I look up in the sky, my eyes could reach
To see thy face, a spark of smile
That must be hiding somewhere, I think!
Amongst the clustered sparks
At the other side of the patchy clouds
I search for thy presence in the thin air
Inside the soft layers of the soothing breeze
Through the lines and letters of memoirs many
We shared, together in our prolonged ride

You had never been short of Blessings,
As a fountain head of encouragement for me
Keep on! March on! Were always on thy lips
Holding my hand through the terrains tough
You led me to hatch the herculean tasks
"Keep your chin High! " You said me once
Criticisms if stiffen your move
Try to listen your heart.
I shall miss you sir! Always and ever
Alone on the track you led me through
On which, I have just learned to walk
Wherever you are I seek thy blessings
You are, and shall always remain as
My Teacher! My Guide! My Mentor! My Pride!

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