Something I Look At-369 Poem by Smrui Ranjan Mohanty

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-369
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

(Attempted acrostic on Pandit Nitya Nanda Mishra, teacher, Alanahat High School)

Praised in Padmapur, where his roots were strong,

A scholar in Sanskrit and Odia all along.

Nilakantha's son, with wisdom so grand,

Devoted to tradition, a guiding hand.

In Tertanga Tole and Puri he learned,

The fire of knowledge within him burned.

Nitya Nanda Mishra, a name to feel.

In Sanskrit and Odia, his mastery was vast,

Traditional ballads, his artistic cast.

Yet humble and kind, he lived his creed,

A guide and a teacher in thought and deed.

Numerous works kept his legacy alive,

A love for playing cards made his spirits thrive.

Noble pujaka, devout and wise,

Deep in his faith, his greatness lies.

A legacy treasured, he'll always inspire,

Mishra, the Pandit, a beacon of light,

In his teachings and life, he shone ever bright.

Sharing his knowledge, his students grew strong,

His legacy lives in memories long.

Rejoiced as a guide, his values still stay,

A life of great meaning, forever to relay.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©
India
23.12.2024
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