Elegy For Kalpana Chawla Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

The silent dusk moves gently through the sky,
The fading stars grow pale, the winds grow still;
A softer hush replaces every cry,
As night obeys a sorrow deeper still.

From Karnal's soil, where humble hopes were born,
She raised her eyes beyond the mortal plain;
No bound of land her dreaming heart could warn,
No weight of fear could make her dream complain.

Through patient years of study, faith, and care,
She shaped her will like steel, yet calm and kind;
She carried India's honour everywhere,
A nation's trust upon her seeking mind.

She walked the paths where Earth seemed small and blue,
A fragile home beneath the endless dark;
Where few had gone, her fearless spirit flew,
A living flame, a brave, unbroken spark.

Yet fate, unasked, with sudden force did turn,
The trusted wings were lost in searing flame;
The skies stood mute, the watching world did learn
How grief can speak without a voice or name.

But say not loss has sealed her final page,
Nor let this tale in bitter sorrow rest;
For noble souls outlive the grip of age,
And courage blooms where once the heart was pressed.

She lives where children lift their eyes above,
And dare to dream beyond the near and known;
In every mind that learns, in hearts that love,
Her guiding light has gently grown and grown.

So rest, brave soul, among the stars you sought,
Where fear dissolves and earthly bounds are gone;
India remembers all you were and taught—
Her pride, her light, her everlasting shaan.
By Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India