Blossomed along with others in the garden.
Beautiful, colourful and scented,
Full of vigor and life.
Making everything around you lovely and lively.
Mustering the nectar of life from you
Had it not been, we would cease to be
You showed us the spirit of life
Living not for the self but for others.
Now, you were plucked for heavens.
We won’t be disappointed
Because in us you live and flourish
Everywhere we fly we spread the love
You incurred in us.
We are your messengers of love.
PS 1: This poem has been written as a tribute to the teacher who left for the heavenly abode some days back. We will miss you sir.
PS 2: Have you lost someone dear in your life. Tell us in the comments.
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