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                       Reflections of the Past, Visions of the Future

                         My mind brims with a string of reflections
                            As the screen drops on half a century
                          In public service with love and passion,
                              Ever strolling the path of modesty
                           Serving at diverse rungs of the ladder
                          From lowest steps to holding the rudder.

                         All along my lengthy path, most top guns
                      Would digest all that I would cook, with taste,
                             So much care I invested in the run,
                  But most friends would take the task as time`s waste
                         Out of sheer greed and envy of my shine,
                         Soon attaining the ranks of upper shrine.

                     Some wished to untie the the knot of my boat
                     Some wished to take the wind out of my sail
                  Some envied my coat and brooded vile thoughts
                      Some sought from path of my goal to derail
                        Some disdained the rules of law I applied
                      Many stared at me with their grudging eyes.

                     I learnt through the hard way that office ground
                            Could be the breeding bed of jealousy
                    Where vile men could stab me with a deep wound
                           And close friends turn out to be enemy
                             Alas, ready to oust me from my seat
                           And without fear to celebrate their feat.

                            I surrendered not to shades of despair
                    Nor renounced the sparks of my cherished goal
                         Nor retired in the gloom with dark scare
                      Nor sanctioned the shrine of my silken soul
                          Nor disowned the gem of my inner self,
                     But amidst weird, wild winds remained myself.

                           When a burden was too heavy to bear
                      And to share with someone I could not afford,
                             Without any shadow of doubt or fear
                          I would fan the flame of faith in the lord
                        Whom in the depth of my heart I held dear
                       And the way forward would be crystal clear.

                       My present life bears the shines of the past,
                             Drawing from inner self, inspiration
                         To treat my day`s work as a piece of art
                             As a pearl of pristine pure creation
                            As a fragment of gem to be adored
                             As an offering of love to the Lord.

                     Now with my hair turning grey and bones lean
                            Crystal balls envision my future life,
                     Though dipped in pains, to be calm and serene
                     Though smitten with the sneaky stings of strife,
                          To be dispensed in prayers at His shrine
                             Until the very last breath I shall sign.
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