Can never be slain,
Can never be forgotten,
Can never be worn out, as
Suryamani Padhi has touched
The eternity,
He is now stable,
Everlasting and beginningless,
Unmanifest, though.
He is inscrutable, now.
We are the ignorant lot here, sir,
We know not what is true and
What is false, yet we go
To follow your path and we learn
How to stay fit in any situation.
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Death of a friend and wellwisher really intolerable..