he still rules the millions heart,
for people like us who grew with his music
it is unbelievable to believe his end was tragic.
He died a broken man,
his life and his death was ridden with controversies
yet his music healed many a broken hearts and created fantasies,
The world will remember him for his charities,
he truly filled our world with musical biopsies.
owl getting ready
donkeys wandering
To our favorite placeTime and againEvery winter, they fly, million milesCrossing many boundaries,Mountains, forest, rivers, pondsRoads, bridges everything on their wayTo reach their destinationAt some remote placeWhere the pond awaitsDesperately to greet themAnd when they arrive at pilgrimage placeThe fresh fishes are servedAnd they forget the perilous journeyThe pain and fatigue vanishes soonSome are here…
With age we play with our eyes, abuse and misuseWithout realizing once they are gone the darkness will dwell.
accumulates dirt
Nicely smoothen with skinAsked the Almighty, Who I am?And what am I doing on earth?Show me YOUR signs andWhom do I worship?Came no reply for longAnd he descended from the mountAnd went away to searchMany generations passedIn the darkness and futile workWise men questioned and fools followedYet no answer, nor any replyGeneration passed and finally…
