Jingyi Zheng - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
Pricing folks in A and PL.
One lady I remember,
Still a good friend.
Never were we friends,
When I used to run the engine of sales.
Always on the dot,
Pricing Intra Asia is not a joke,
Too many permutations,
Game plan changing every second,
Despite all field scorn,
True to her own soul,
Did what was asked of her,
Without a slight tremor of her hold,
And that is why despite she is no longer in NOL,
She is the un disputed darling of all sales lore,
We love her for her dedication,
Not for her favors,
Her favors like our toils were only for three letters,
No where else ON Legend born,
No where else Legend Squandered forlorn.
The front line won,
The back line lost,
The triumph of men and women who toiled,
Will never be forgotten.
PS a Proud NOL officer.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
NOL is the most admired company I will and ever worked for.
Nothing in the poem has any connotation or de notation to NOL or its brands, it is a poetic flight of fancy, a homage from a NOL coloured soul to another and hundred others. But not more than a hundred,
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