Monday, January 17, 2022

MISSING MY MENTOR

Children, teaching and school
was all in life that he knew.
Books and copies his only tool,
loved by all and known by few.

From warm youth to aging cold,
from his dawn till His sun set.
A new spring came we were told
but a Man like him - I never met.

Punctuality, discipline, humanity
was what we always adored in him.
He was as such till the end in clarity
- gave life back filled to the brim.


Prasenjit©1997-2022

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