In memorium
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To day, my sobbin heart
is on the anvil and gets
ready to shed a tear or two.

At the most
what else can I do?
to bid a fitting tribute
to that departed soul?

My tears to you
may result , as useless pastime.
But now if they sparkle
on the coffin of the dead body
who left this mortal body,
i feel it as a privileged one.

As long he lived, he too
shed tears,in the form of wet letters
in all his elegies written for all those
who were down trodden, ship wrecked
and of course for lorn.
i can 't do a little more than
what all he did to others in distress.
to remember him again and again
in the best interest of ourselves.
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