A sudden turn of Events

A Sudden turn of events

 

The turn of events

from laughter to laments

run thus my story

from glory to obituary

with a crashed heart

after the initial start

with tragic- interrupted flow

thus my deranged thoughts go

praying the loving Lord

to take Shakuntala to His abode

strength and health to her love

with continual blessings from above.

 

 

Like a tender coconut

hard exterior, inner soft

to the lazy bums a terror’

to workaholics a loving mentor

honest on every front his heart’s core

that his thoughts words and deeds bore.

He is Moharana babu a gift wonder

to Nalco by the supreme commander

in its managerial edifice to be a key brace

and thus he co-authored Nalco’s success.

Since his student days

from primary school to college

his extraordinary caliber

as a student studious and sincere,

disciplined, brilliant and obedient

he was our icon to imitate as a student

to all fellow alumni of his institution

as a senior he was a guiding beacon.

Proud I feel being a fellow alumnus.

at such a genius with deeds virtuous.

Unlike his classmates with adolescent venom

exhibiting fickle acts and gossips beyond the curriculum

he practiced yoga and spiritual lessons

with life style as per ascetic directions.

At plant life, a colleague delight

as a manager and a technocrat, sky was his limit.

Remember, I, our morning visits to sites

helter-skelter running of engineers and their plights,

Subordinates not controlled by him but by me

run to me to save them from his fire as a plea.

No negligence of any sort he could tolerate

His sincerity expertise commanded respect.

Behind him upholding the values of life

stood in all his trial tribulation and strife

Shakuntala his spouse a lady of rare breed

to her smile her bitter enemies used to concede.

as if the couple was made in Heaven for each other

Maharana babu is not complete without her.

Alas Hey Lord I must crush you now

with your tragic cruelty braking the flow

interrupting it from its intended intention

to be my memento to them for their G J celebration

as the gratitude of Nalconians and the society around

to the couple individually and together divinely bound.

Suddenly as a bolt from the blue

thundered a message that she bade adieu

to one and all on the earth and her heart

sick, helpless, her, he never dreamt to part.

she was his nurse, his doctor and mentor

to battle the odds he needed her shoulder.

The wailing message from his son at midnight

that her mother cruel to him has changed her flight

instead of Kolkata to Cuttack via Bhubaneswar

from mortal earth to the abode of Paremeswar.”

received at the dawn in the prayer session

turned our prayers for her soul to heaven

With pitiable sighs of sympathy for her consort

faith in truth honesty and Lord got logically lost.

Lord took her off from the flight with her spouse and son

amidst friends, kith, and kin at Cuttack the GJ celebration.

The cruel destiny turned laughter to tear

man purposes god disposes of that none can alter.

All these years with their Sanjiv a son a rare

of her ailing hubby as a pious lady, she took care

braving her own ailments and dying pain

smiling sweetly at her husband with no complaint.

Oh God! we mortals cannot see any logic in your play

you are so cruel to someone honest pious in every way

When he is suffering despite an honest living

and Shakuntala aiding to invigorate his organs ailing

acting merciless you even did not permit a day more

as cherished with love for both in our hearts’ core

we would have seen Maharana couple in ecstasy

swaying over fifty years that their son dreamt to see.

 

 

Madam Shakuntala your love to your homeland

vibrate in me alighting from flight waving your hand

“Hey Foreign lands! You are beautiful and sweet

but my homeland is sweeter and lovelier that I cannot quit.”

Your poem book exposing your concealed talent

speaks such heart touching verses seemingly innocent.

Hey Shakuntalamadam! Salute you all celestial beings

that your dazzling vermilion and rock hard bangles bring

a rare feat intently prayed for by woman folk in Hindu religion

hardly get any with any amount of austerity and propitiation

it amply implies your place is secured in heaven

wit divine peace and bliss beyond mortal man’s conception.

while on the way to a cremation ground

vibrated the earth with special drum beat sound

sound of conch invited the beings celestial

on her mortal remains to shoer flower petals.

with bangles on the wrist and vermilion on the forehead

both radiating divine glow to His chariot you boarded

certainly to heavenward where the Lord dwells

where nothing but love truth peace and bliss prevail.

But Madam you left behind your ailing spouse

whom day in and day out you nursed without grouse

as if as a messenger of god to respect and bless a soul divine

abruptly discontinued pushing him to misery and agony.

Man proposes but God disposes of is the mortal saying

thus proved brutally we accept while crying and praying.

A made for each other couple an example extraordinary

as a boss, as a colleague as a neighbor the sweet memories we will carry.

The sweet smile of Shakuntala and her last telecom

as a classmate to my better half and to our plan the overturn

will vibrate in me with melancholic tune till I sigh

For my adorable maharana Babu I shall nonstop pray

I shall pray her as a part of the infinite

where mortal Shakuntala has reached her limit

only a few rare divine ladies breathe their last akin to her

on the hubby’s lap around son daughter-in-law grandson’s prayer.

for maharana babu to endure the separation

for Shakuntala's soul to rest in peace and bliss in heaven

son and his family with strength to bear the shock

to stand by his father our prayers to the Lord made of rock.

 

 

in the service of Lord

P K Routray

 

 

(N.B-Mr Bk Moharana was my colleague for 25 years and passed from the same instituting where I graduated as an engineer REC Rourkel. At present he is suffering from nerve disorder unable to walk properly. hi spouse Shakuntla took his care meticulously. Their marriage was completing 50 years. To celebrate the fifty years of marriage their son invited a number of relrives and friends to Cuttack on 15th December. As they all were staying with son at Kolkata they would have to taken a flight on 13 th morning. But at 12.30 am of the same date Shakuntala breathed her last.my better-half being her friend with my association our dream plans were shattered all on a sudden while expecting a WhatsApp invitation in confirmation the message from their son was roo tragic to bear.)