Elegy On The Demise Of My Boss Poem by Narayanan Nair. P Perunthanam

A bud bloomed, faded and withered premature
Till the end it fought to survive; many watered
Cared for; but, Lord the only God Allah destined
His Will shall not be overridden by man immature.

Hand of Issudeen was strong enough to hold
The drifting and yelling ones; feed and protect.
Personally a beneficiary myself of his grace
Cannot but bow, my head before his sole soul.

His was a life green under greenery of service
Enjoying rising and setting Sun with cool breeze
Under the stars along the sandy Gulf tracks -he
Anxiously traveled to serve and save the needy.

Yet God tested him silently in silence
His soul prayed for painless peace
Fervently prayed in hope, kith and kin
Pumped sedatives in to veins in vain.

Then what? the day dawned; stealthily came
Asrayil by half past two, took his soul away.
In the heat of spiritual spirit the tears dried
Cries sighed in while praise to the Lord echoed.

Can an elegy wash away the sorrow?
Never. I know; but cannot leave my pen
So strained is mind that enjoyed his intimacy
In prayer and obedience to the Creator, I bow.

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Note; Elegy is a poem written expressing sorrow on the loss of someone dear. Finally from sorrow the thought reconcile to fate. Issudeen was my boss. Allah is the creator, protector and destroyer who plans the life of his creatures, Asrayil is, by belief of Muslims, the malak(angel) that carry away the soul from the body.
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