Our Souvenir

Our Souvenir

 

 

Our Batch souvenir

to us, at this age serving as an elixir

a parting gift of our Alma-Mater

to her 70 batch alumni, her to remember

exhibit us in black and white

that time hardly could bite

though it bit us to wrinkled old

but the souvenir could proudly hold

our youth at its vivacious crest

with friends and friendship the best.

Flaunt it we to our grandkids

at the gap in grace bulge their eyelids.

Gaze I often with rapt attention

recapturing our sweet association

with each and every friend turn by turn

at any cost dreaming it to return,

But alas! The time is the robber

Braved its scythe, our souvenir.

Wish I, would it have all friends

admitted with us but left us at some bends.

Faces some float hazily some boldly

Hey friends! Our hearts search you mournfully

Pada Jena Nilakantha where are you?

at this dusk of life with others, we need you too.

Battered in the earthly battle

now to stand straight bones rattle

We need badly real friends support

with the same wavelength to escort.

Lavishly carelessly squandered we

the sweetness of friendship at sea

-the sea of turbulence of earthly burden

so fast the life will flee realized none.

When the time left is meagre

to hold on to it our heart has turned miser.

With tears we repent for the days gone

now we try to hold tight little left alone

the nectar-like friends and friendship

to jump, bump, sway swing and gossip

stretching the joy of living as a man mortal

glancing at us in the souvenir singing the songs immortal.

 

P K Routray

In the service of Lord

 

 

(N B  We passed from R R C Rourkela in1970 with plethora of sweet memories which come out when we see th sovenier.

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