Warm tribute
In last he died by cancer.
Long fight,
Hard toiling made by him & his relatives.
On the bed he was lying &
was seeing towards
The infinite.
I saw him & his eyes
They were open & were seeing towards the sky.
I realize that
He was also thinking about the society &
its welfare as it was his habit.
He was a man with long vision
& also a thinker.
He was believer of Marxism & Leninism also.
In really he was a man of his own style.
He was com. Jagmer Singh.
I pay warm tribute to him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem