Please do not miss
Please do not miss
A bolt from blue
off balance, it threw
the zest for the kickoff
to our Golden jubilee showoff
by Priti’s humble “ No”
on poor health show.
We all pray in chorus
Hey Lord be merciful to us
Bless Priti our friend sweet
to come round soon to be fit
to adorn our GJ celebration
after fifty years of separation
completing her earthly task
under madam, wife and mom’s mask
with her classmate since teens
rummaging the lost sweet scenes
for the elixir to gladden the heart
when saddened by this aging cart
now at the threshold of the exit door
to vanish forever from the earth’s floor.
Hey Madam, Hey Priti dear
our plans for fun, do not shatter.
with you, on the same boat
your classmates most float
as limbs telling no, ahead to go
through wrinkled face fake teeth to show.
limping organs are seeking donation
but while in groups they stand forgotten.
when your classmates meet even for a while
loud laughter leaps from a sober smile
to the age of teens, they together run
age, agony are crushed under the fun.
But Madam fun apart truth prevails
as on us the age and time have their tales.
Some shy to say, some loudly cry
to hide the woes some proudly try.
Well beings and ill beings are destiny’s play
“Wearer only feels the pinching.” is the say.
Brave your ailments for our sake
sleeping lioness in you, you must shake
Your Priti at teens was the princess of endurance
daring through safe many a youthful vengeance
Priti around seventy will certainly rise.
Her presence to our spouses will be a prize
Your graceful presence in our last meet
have imbeded in their hearts a noble seat
perhaps changing their envying opinion.
on a girl among many a hundred lion
Instead, they saw in you a loving elder sister
convincing them a woman is a creator’s wonder.
All that made us proud of you
on us changing their undervalued view.
Me help you will
Sukanta, Itisree must grill
we will take her to hostel number two
where he broke your cycle in to two.
Me you must support
to make Jyostena red hot
on Prabhat’s then nonstop cycling
never for her he could cut a string.
But to catch your attention
his superman’s deed is never forgotten.
V G Patnaik then a lanky boy
walked marathon with joy
to prove over Sidhu and Rabi’s muscle
for a girl, his stamina will win the tussle.
Him, Madam Sita may judge and punish.
on his performance, we will watch Madam Sita’s wish.
Mine being repetition what Lala does not like
when we will be in group thousand will spike.
every element within her
animate or inanimate whatsoever
is our revered teacher.
Their lessons were our key
to whatever little we could be.
Collectively with family we must
with gratitude kissing her dust
pray her glory loudly in unison
this is my life’s last ambition.
Hey Priti! me you allow to design
to contemplate Priti at ninety- nine
Priti at twenty to Priti at seventy
was for me easy as they were in reality
Now I have to see you in person
with classmates at the age of your own
make an equation of the regression
as I shall see you from a place of no return
on this mortal earth with our classmates a few
observing platinum jubilee with teenagers ‘hue
under the flowering Baula trees planted now
wondering at twenty-five NITRAA 70 gold medalists’ show.
P K Routray
in the service of Lord
(We passed from REC Rourkela in 1970 and are observing Golden jubilee in January20 20. Our classmate Priti then only a girl student is expressing her inability to join because of poor health. This is an attempt to get her to our celebration. NITRAA 70 is our batch name. Baula is a flowering tree. Some names of our froends and their spouses have been quoted)