There he sleeps
in his grave,
with all the glory of life
in face.
Life is so simple lived
that he doesn't need an epitome,
needs no coffin to sleep ,
Or a candle light to
charm the soul.
Silent pray of friend rests him,
His memory in others
Nourishes his soul.
ಗುರುವಾರ, ಸೆಪ್ಟೆಂಬರ್ 17, 2015
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