(What is the mould of our life? People of different streams, voices - different personalities. During our service life and otherwise, they contribute either positively or negatively to our individual life but on reflection, we can see that our biographies are nothing but a mould of these voices. Here, in this poem, I am presenting one such personality who was with me for over two decades during my service years at SBI Palakkad Civil Station and at SBI Palakkad Main branch. His peculiar personality fetched him more foes than friends. When he passed away, somebody remarked - 'An era has come to and end!) .
Thou art gone
I am here all alone.
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