In the end memories stay closer
Like a stream craving for seas
From the west to east at ease
Oh, wilderness and the end to it
In a shell where they find peace
To seek the joy in tears, oh boy
Your eyes ran dry of tears
And there comes the master
In his arms you find trust,
Love and peace is all he has
Run to him for he may treasure
Run to him for he may love
For all good deeds you have done
For he knows good and been good
So I write this poem for a poet
To live forever in his crystal hut
For him to know that he is loved…
For him to know the hut is my heart...
This is a very special dedication to someone who is very special to me... I scripted this piece of note for a mentor, scholar and a great human being… Love you Dad (Professor S.R.Nair).
