Bikram Plaza

His name was Bikram

His mother fondly called him Lala
He came after twelve years

to become neighbor’s envy but mother
As years rolled on Lala became taller

and taller until the scale stopped at
His name was Lala

who brought gala to the house of Mala
He was hunted like a wild boar by God

as he never believed in God
Gave him mental illness

he fought it out with stainless hands

He gave him fibro sarcoma

he fought it out with his Mama Booma

His father carried and his mother cried

as he could move no more

Lala could walk no more

as he became numb below waist

Snow white Nike were of

no more as he could walk

He was lying in bed looking

at the sky listening to walkman

Mother’s heart melted as

she could stand no more as God loved Bikram

He is no more the house is empty

but his huge image hangs at the corridor

My Lala hi Lala

Come back to your mother

She waits in rain

but her waiting is in vain

Bikram Hi Bikram .

Come back to your mother as she waits in your plaza



Written on the birth anniversary of BIKRAM PANIGRAHI which falls in the colder months of the year” December”

By his mamu Dr.sanjoy kumar satpathyB/188 sector18 rourkela.769003,India