Uncle Sam

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.