Last scene

Last scene

 

Our trailblazer

as adorned her

my poetess friend

when on Priti, I penned

despite doctor’s say

came all the way

knocked at my gate

to meet her classmate

denying me

hosting a cup of tea

hurrying me to accompany her,

“on etiquette, not to murmur”

to Pramode, her stage hero

staged more than half a century ago

in our final year

at our Alma-mater.

Held she snaps as a memento

with Pramode in her stage show

as hero and heroine in the play

““Pramode bagged it winning the fray”

sounded a teen from my memory’s crypt

while I was recollecting the script.

Convalescing from brain stroke

Pramode from bed, hardly woke

to meet friends and relations

his wife managed the obligations

not exposing her hubby to any strain

as Pramode tensions to others’ pain

what was the cause of his ailments

At his past schedules, his wife laments

Pramod’s daughter in law and her son

livened his life and drooping emotion.

But when he was told about Priti’s visit

he rushed to us with teen agers spirit.

after more than five decades they met

beyond words is the melodrama, it set

and thus started the scene of real life

despite age worn by suffering and strife

with Pramod’s spouse and grandson

daughter in law was active in the fun

the unique scene ran for an hour or so

that blazed the performance of the duo

five decade back on the stage of Alma-mater

with many classmates in varied character.

with Pramod family an hour scene

took me back to days of teen

Time did not freeze but fleeted fast

once lively live now it is a scene of past.

Alas! Pramod is snatched away untimely by destiny

Grievous environ has turned it a dream funny.

 

Now on Pramod’s departure

with shocking tear I nurture

an intent feeling on the rare episode

that it is Lord from His abode

produced, directed on script of His own

just before his Hero had his tombstone,.

a unique drama divinized to honor

our pals Priti and pramod together.

Priti! I must thank you

selecting me to view

such a Heavenly scene

so natural so emotional

“It is my best.” there is no denial.

 

P K Routray

in thre service of Lord

 

(Pramod Raj and Priti (the only girl student among 225 studrents) are my classmates in mt engineering. They acted together on the stage in 1970 Recently Priti came asll the way from Delhi to meet with snaps of their roles of 1970. Both were having physical ailments. After gap of few months we lost pramod. I am the witness of both scenes.

(ONE girl with 220 boy classmates!?  Wow!  She was a trailblazer!  Sounds like she earned your admiration and respect!  I certainly wish her a happy birthday through YOU!---Karenina)

 

 

Cruel destiny

made it Pramode’s last scene