Miss you thatha

A walking encyclopedia he was
I still can't accept his loss
"Life is a Maya" he believed
With positivity and wisdom he lived

A doctor, a spiritualist, a poet he was
Always learning without a pause
Any subject, the depth he knew
People like him are very few

His writing, preaching, his poetry,
His wisdom, vast as branches of a tree,
There was no one he couldn't inspire,
He's one soul we all dearly admire,

A wonderful husband and father,
The world's best grandfather,
A cutest great grandfather he was,
His pure soul deserves an applause.

The past is gone, he is gone,
Now it's our time to move on,
He always talked of the 'power of now',
At present what is alive is his love

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  1. Unknown1 March 2017 at 07:49

    Beautiful mridu keep writing too good

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  2. Unknown8 May 2017 at 23:25

    Wow, Mridula, power of now, presently alive is his love. What a wonderful tribute to your thatha, Mridula

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