A Man Recalled

A Man Recalled - - - - - - - - - - - When I looked back Some events of yesteryears Promptly act as mnemonics I wrestle not, nor tease my reason To recall that man nostalgic It comes easy and so easy That time seems amnesic Of its own time sensitivity And as if from that old position It has shrunk not, nor stretched a bit Hence my memory clasped it Not far away and not short ago A man I chanced to meet In an old-structured building That housed many offices with many a logo And the building wore a pallid looking Crown, cornice and eaves, weary of time Seemed not in vitality to stay still Hence crumbling slowly and softly Forsaking the antiquity wistfully Yet as usual businesses there went on well The man I met was well past his noon And the autumn was yet to set in He was not good looking nor yet ugly Tall, slender and his eyes looking shiny His work was his monument When asked to get a work done Cast down his eyes demurely To give greater effect to his work and said done Subjected to self-mortification He got lost in his work only Over a cup of tea and ill-cut bread and butter filled Over hours together settled in a corner lonely He was a work-maniac or rather workaholic His associates were right seemingly Years slipped by Flowers bloomed and withered Seasons came stealing on And well past him unknown A lovely rhyme his baby rhymed Whether had solaced him unknown And the baby at his knee Whence transformed to a man unknown Work work work He got lost in his work Forgetting to redeem time For moments of joy and mercy, Love and prayer And now he is no more Leaving behind a legacy of work As worship for all to think over………