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.