Birth of a Star: Markszczei
The sound of gusty wind strike fear
Into the still silence of the night,
The demon, walk the night with a spear
To thrust deep into the heart and to hurt,
Ailing night edged to its death throes,
Sombre, grass heads, stood tear topped,
Agony filled, they mournfully stooped;
While on a bed somewhere in Geneva,
A man of culture - a humanist tsar
Plucked air to gasp his last breath,
To join the galaxy as a star!
It was on 15th of August - a fateful night,
Struggled to a pain-filled halt,
A soul of extraordinairy humanist trait -
My soul mate, now a star of bright
Spark, raised to brighten the skyline,
And the vast galaxy further beyond the eye-line.
Cry of that night,15th August,
May it forever enshrined in the hearts,
He loved and sought to enlighten softly
With love; as the night when an overly
Shining star named - Markszczei -
Joined the vast and immense galaxy
To brighten lives of all he loved dearly.
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