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There he was! Staggering in the corridor, in
Clean white shirt, white bow, and white trouser
All white even the shoes, except his brown leather hat
Covering his bold head with few hairs his comb never missed
Bade everyone “Good morning” with one toothy smile, 
In return he got all our love unblemished

He was every body’s dearest “Sam Uncle”
Old Uncle Sam hardly missed a day in his office
He was there like a prayer, if possible on holidays
Whether the day was rainy or windy he did bother less
He was the first to sign the register at our PM’s office
He lurched to his table, kept near the receptionist 

During the lunch breaks we await, his company so amused
To listen to the aftermath of Second World War. 
His poems, his songs and his heroic love sagas
He knew that we didn't believe, made- ups all by him
Then chuckles like a child until tears roll down 
He knows how to tickle you with his jokes rewound

I had to leave my office and him after my confinement
I soon forgot him and the office, I was busy in my home
One afternoon when glued to the TV, telephone deafened my ears
Sheela my old friend, sobbed from the other end of the cord, 
"Mr. Sam collapsed in our corridor today and passed away now”, 
 I too couldn't hide my sobs,His staggers envisaged

He was a living Angel, and may have winged to heaven,
His poems, his songs, his love sagas still echo my ears




Uncle Sam was no relative of our chairman, although he too called him "Uncle Sam", 
But a devoted clerk during his father’s time.
Even after the retirement he continued to come to his office. 
This is a tribute to him.

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