A Tale Poem by Randhir kaur

I didn't meet you, but you called me your 'daughter'. So I met you in the words that felt like my fathers warm embrace.
You had bountiful knowledge about the world, astronomy, science and literature. Telling me how at tender age I am good at philosophy. And that you loved Bhupen Hazarika's melodies and people of Assam. I followed what you said, you were a true teacher that I found ever.
I remember the tale that you narrated on Singhs and Kaurs, that India has gems.
His stories are inspirational, he said about his work in NASA and living life in the streets of India was a nightmare.
We almost had a good conversation mostly of life and he shared his contact telling me, 'If I die, confirm it on this number'. And I could do nothing at all for this great human.
Ramesh loved Germany but was a traped soul tethered with his sister's conspiracy. And I wonder why on earth Ramesh Kompella informed me about his happening life. He had a lot of life to live and serve but his life has been taken by means.
I am sorry dear distant lost father,
Kaur has nothing to offer you.
But whenever I remember you, I read you in the words.
I meet you in the poems that will never fade away.
Happy Teachers Day Hero, Sidhartha Montik