In Hatishal Pada, where memories flow,
Lies a bond that continues to grow,
R.D (E-8), the place we call home,
In Balangir, where our spirits roam.

Nicknamed Hitler, but in jest and cheer,
A friend so true, always near,
Through laughter and tears, day and night,
You are the star in my sky, shining bright.

From whispered...