As the old adage, goodbye is the saddest word to say
But I’m saying it with the assurance that you have given
By helping us to rediscover ourselves in two hundred and thirteen days
Of which time, our disillusionment transformed into a passion in flames
There were times when the trail was creaky, as focus turned vague
But your peppery vigor was ample to even catalyze a dead engine
And that’s the real catalysts you are, the ones who convert dreams into reality.
Goodbye, Sab and Paul, I am inspired by your unrivaled generosity. Even
At the expense of your own comfort, you stay up day and night
Throughout the rain and sun, and against the odds, you never waver
In your strife to spice up ethical change makers to bear the light
Of hope for those who languish at the fringes of the universe.
Goodbye, Nicola, Thorsten, Priya, Garret, Andrea, Poonam, Raju, Nathalie, goodbye kanthari
Goodbye, Ajith, Santhosh, Srikanthan, Salini, Joseph, gardeners, guards, goodbye kanthari.
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