Death of a Legend

Death of a Legend: Of a Generation bygone


At times, it is hard,
at times, my eyes moist.
Just the thought of you,
Gives life a hoist.

There were days then,
And then there is now,
A vacuum, a dry pond, an empty house,
Blooming flowers and lush gardens all await your grace.

Your presence all-encompassing, yet empowering
So powerful, yet undaunting,
A flow of charge within, an upsurge,
A dose of life.

We may not have been near then,
But today i am lost.
In wilderness i search,
A beacon no longer aflame.

Age is relative,
Your presence imperative,
White beard when i was young,
Today i am old.

Oh! God how selfish must i be,
That i do not see,
Life must move on,
So must she.

God Bless!!!
Written for my AmmA
(27th July 1911 - 3rd Jan 2008)

12th Jan 2008