Death always an unexpected visitor
at the threshold; the last breath is too
priceless a gem to be gifted away.
Yet it is ever on lease.
The visitation came on him, at an hour
leaving all in numbed silence;
The moment when reality dawned
that their gem was stolen by stealth.
A gem that sparkled with an inborn glow
and was cosmic in its radiance;
He was loved by all, for his spotless charm
sombre gait and cherubic ambience.
In his smile or gestures was a skein
of simplicity that dwarfed his greatness;
He never blotted his trail even once.
No wonder, the trail will lead us far....
