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

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

My tears at this juncture may look useless to you.
But now if they sparkle now
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 ones too.

I  can 't do a little more than
what all he did to others in distress.
To remember him again and again
and to keep all of them in sweet portals
and above all and in the best interest of ourselves
i   should necessarily  do this act fearless and frankless.
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