- from a friend and admirer
On a grief filled
hour
He left for
that unknown horizon
Maybe true
peace lay among
Higher
realities
Had been a
rough ride through
Over mirages
of life’s glory
Some say true
glory is found
After one is
gone
In living
spirits from cries of
Souls who sob
To see
departures of blessed souls-
I was touched
by that eternal flame
An artist lit
Kept my
thoughts warm
Made the
meanings clear
Of an artist’s
artistry and life,
He had made
friends with the waves
Promised to
reveal secrets
Of songs of
birds
Smell of the motherland
Miseries of
the muscled common man...
The long haired guru stretched his arms
Ones that
would create history
Over canvasses
of life’s glory
Pictures of
village folks
He felt their
cries
Inside bottoms
of his heart
They too
needed someone
To show them
respect
Sketch their
tales
Of being ruled
and forgotten by
Vultures of
the city.
It was a web
he spun in our first meeting
Little did I
know what would happen?
Caught in
admiration of a blessed soul
The monkeys
and dogs witnessed our bond
Friends for
life we shared same thoughts
Wanted to
visit distant lands
In home made boats
He would paint
while I would write
Always knowing
the maestro is beside
This broken
pen will feel the difference?
I watched the
sunset of his life
Found an ocean
of lively spirits
Made me think
twice
Could not
share true gratitude
When we parted
Said our last goodbye.
