He remembered each and every boy who passed out
Didn’t matter if you were a star or went without a shout
In his eyes every boy was the same
He would tell you every incident
with the exact name.
A man who lived to love all his
boys
For him there were no Brigadier and
no Vice Roys
You will remain a student whom he
helped grow
His affection for his boys was
always a grand show.
If angry, he was a blind warrior,
But when in mood, Boy! no one was
merrier.
He could tell you stories - grand
and untold,
But his present boys were best,
mind you - not the old.
He had no favorites; everyone was
his own
Everyone was “bhondu-paattha”,
though a difference in his tone
Clear in his heart and straight
with his talk
By God, if he is pissed, you are in
for a shock.
Don’t look for a horse or a taanga
If behind you with a bat is Baanga
Run for your life and get out of
his sight
So what if you are the school
captain, kick he might!
We love you Sir, for the man you
are
We love you Sir, you are the best
by far
We miss you now on visits to the
Oak
People like you made a man out of a
wild bloke.
Q/`1996 Batch
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