Sangram I fondly remember

Sangram I fondly remember

P K Rouyray

Hey Sangram! You were tenacious graceful and equanimous

we still feel your dynamic personality around us

Whenever in trouble we needed you to tide over the crisis

Always you were there over phone or in person to discuss.

As your class mate, friend, subordinate, colleague, and peer

I have the right to play fight praise, criticize, eulogize and envy you either.

We egoistically attribute a part of your success to betel and tobacco management

caring a fig for it you managed with style of your management risking your health to great extent.

Without giving any heed to your own loving own family doctors’ advice

We hear your family battle deliberated in three languages Odia, Hindi and English.

Languages, pitches and tones vary as per crisis and then position in the family

as culprit remains no other than you, hence in general you surrenders meekly.

Subash makes its caricature where you always lie low to five of them

ultimately you ignore their verdict and did as per your own when time came.

Now you may not be our mortal Sangram in your new role

But in our dreams while awake or asleep we search for Sangram, you stole.

You were a true dreamer and dreamt for the country and company

dreamt for brothers and sisters and also sister in law’s family

dreamt for your daughter and her mother but time,you gave a little

one of your dreams was the dream for Damonjodi and the tribals to smile.

You created and nourished Bokaro, Nalco and Mital steel

at the end till your last mortal breathe for RSB with Sangram’s unique zeal.

Nobody will forget you and your all around contribution

to the plant, to the society, to the environment and to the poor needy billion.

Your innate traits were happiness and harmony

be it mother’s family, wife’s family or families in the company

An aura of dynamism, grace and urge to surge ahead

Your presence, self confidence and inspiration always did spread.

Do you not remember us also Madam Shanti and Pinki, your dear daughter

Nephew Babu’s fight and sister- in- law sneha’s and crying mother?

Your brothers and sisters are looking for your order and advice

with your motivation only their companies did flourish.

I remember you with half pant and bare feet in class ninth at Dhenkanal

a cute boy in teens with charisma to capture frienda, foes and teachers all

Your reputation was sky high where ever you did go

to your truthfulness and dedication we always bow.

You were tenacious and equnimous on this mortal earth

matured, judicious and clear thinker since your birth.

Your meteoric rise in academic career after an insult over a casual remark

Is worth cherishing an example where with your tenacity you could embark.

Please take me to your Employer; your certificates to show

I only can tell the facts about you as a friend better than anybody, they know.

As a childhood friend I certainly know you even much better

not known to your Madam Shanti who came to your life much latter.

On your tribute a few of your acquaintances recorded their grief

It was more than the contents of big epics even each was in brief

Our first cmd Ramachandran was awe struck with wonder by such down pour

he had to ask as to whether such a man had never existed earlier.

For reasons unknown, in your absence not even telling hello to your dear ones is my grievous omission,

as in Damonjodi where you fired me for such lapses, I once again deserve to listen as a repetition

Author's Comments:
This is the second poem remembering my class mate, friend whom I lost on third May 2012.
In this poem I write my fond memory. though too personal i want to share with my friends. names are Indian real names.