Remembrance

Death is inevitable
Yet it always comes as a suprise
A suprise that leaves everyone with blotchy eyes and aching hearts 
Desperately trying to mend the wound that can never be cured
Same as you dear Sir

Your permanent evacuation left everyone speechless
And made a whole town grieve
While your teachings made you famous
It also created a never ending queue that now begins from your home
A queue with blotchy eyes and aching hearts

I've never set eyes on you or mastered your teachings
Yet my dear Sir, like you succeeded in moulding great minds
You succeeded in moulding my mind with undefined pain
Done by the great stories of your disciples who shone bright with pride


The rising sun will put an end to the mourners
Leaving the loved ones to be swallowed up whole by misery
As Loneliness move in, swearing its permanent residence.
Time may heal the pain yet the void will become an immortal.

As your absence become ordinary
And your voice an echo of memory
Knowledge imparted by you will live on 
As you are a true legend
A legend who will be celebrated even as time passes on
May you reign the kingdom of heaven dear Sir.

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