A farewell poem

Always polite, always firm, and yet, almost always open to correction, this boss of mine held aloft several principles I stand by. He deserves an ovation for how he dealt with difference of opinion. He is grace personified.
Amitabh Akhauri, our Boss, stands in the centre
There comes the boss
With the loud, roaring voice
His height may seem threatening,
But he’s full of little joys.
He’s got a special way
Of clearing through the clutter
Decisions, tough or easy,
He takes them without a flutter.
Strong where he must be
Else smiling all throughout
He’s humble, reflective, and kind
He’s sure, he’s tough, he’s proud.
He’s certainly a dear person
A Gentleman to the core
He infects happiness around him
His going does leave us sore…
His going does leave us sore…

Comments

  1. UnknownApril 5, 2018 at 4:52 PM

    Amazing Poem for Akhauri Sir...Someone fit to be a role model for many... Kudos to your poetry skills Sonal !

    Regards,
    Surendra Bisht

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    1. UnknownJanuary 2, 2019 at 10:06 PM

      I had a great time working with him. Happy to know you share the emotion :)

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  2. alexJune 12, 2020 at 4:33 PM

    Great post.
    https://www.bakespace.com/members/profile/BarryGreen/868674/

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