He did not wail nor whine,
As his journey was ending forcibly –
A bio-chemical accident, a conspiracy of genes,
He went about living
Till the wee moments of his existence,
No, it was not his sentiment for life,
But his invincible will to live –
His paeon to life,
A spark that time will not snuff,
Today we mourn him,
Tomorrow when sun comes out,
We will miss him.
Suffern, New York, May 15, 2018
maharaj.kaul@yahoo.com
