today I will narrate his story to you.
Brown complexion and wrinkled skin,
and that he had nobody next to kin.
He used to rise before the sun,
did his work early before others begun.
Be in sun or in the cool shade,
he used to tender the flowers' bed.
He only had friends and no foes,
this is how his story goes.
The flowers, fruits and trees so tall,
his life was meant for them all.
He watered them and cleared the weeds,
like a good guide of simple deeds.
He left the world one day silently in glory,
like a father never let the garden go awry.
Prasenjit©1997-2010
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