In the shadow of giants, quietly he stands, Ashok, a man with gentle, caring hands. At fifty-four, a pillar firm and tall, With love that echoes through the family hall. A father, a husband, a son of grace, Compassion and kindness line his face. To the old Bollywood tunes, his heart sways, Carving memories in golden, timeless days. Once an ace in the world of code’s embrace, He mastered the art and led with a warm trace. A manager of people, he guided with ease, Uniting hearts, like notes in a symphony's breeze. In the quiet of moments, still and serene, Ashok’s legacy, like stars, brightly gleams. A life's rich tapestry, woven with care, A testament to love, beyond all compare.