Supple brown skin with wisdom in every fold
Majestic the walk and talk
That birthed and shaped every author’s mould
Inspiration you exhaled through every word’s essence
Exultation we felt when you were in our presence
Long were the hours we listened to your narration
Of delegates and aristocrats you spoke of in your oration
The pen we longed to see sweep across your paper
Hand and mind debating to give the end now or later
Editors and Arbiters hawking at the pearly gates
To judge you so they could try to fudge you
The indelible work of yours in every way
20th of Jan, 20 more days to go
For that fateful night when everything had gone but right
Unforgettable a night that it was,
Every arbiter and editor were no longer your foes
Admiration and Pride was all we felt
On that fateful night to see it all melt
How can I digest the way you left?
Fleeted off like your anger away from our sight
More than a grandfather or a father,
You were a friend
Who inspired us to do things and never quit until the end
Thatha, I long to see your pen stroke the paper again
To stand by your side
My face feeling your greatness in your every stride
Though it is still hard for me to believe
10th year running since your ashes were part of the sea
I love you Thatha for everything you have been
A Grandfather
A Father
A Journalist
A Patriot
Sacred to my pride you will always be
Until the tide washes me by…
To You I dedicate “The Legendary Fall” – Love you Thatha… In memory of the fateful night you collapsed on stage fulfilling your every dream till the end. Miss you.
