I remember- My first timid venture at PH that
Hailed his first comment for this unknown being-
Words of inspiration, acquainting a humble guide;
And behold for me, a new vista opened-
A new space that thrived on poets:
Amateurs like me and beacons like him.
Then I read his languid poetry- and felt
How futile the words of mine were, and
How undeserved my meagre expressions
Oh! The view I got of this world anew-
Through his poetic sight, thus expanding
My poor vision, to zones unexplored.
Yes, he was the guiding star
Steering me with his kind zeal and
Precious feedback that led me ahead.
I remember-His rustic, simple, yet grandeur of poetry and
The humble moments that were transformed
Into emotional revelations, through words like
Pure streams of wisely gems or melody recited.
So fortunate I feel to have known his poetry-
Bless the souls that reared him;
Bless the souls that are his legacy;
Bless his soul that granted us-
The beauty of his thoughts.
Alas! The void of his ingenuity
Now will never be filled-
As he has transcended
From his breathing cage,
And resides now, where he hears us not-
Yet with a sad heart, I pray-
May you rest in peace dearest friend;
May your lullaby be the breeze of Jannah;
May the celestial angels await your arrival-
At the gate of the heavenly abode.
As for we poor earthly souls
We will cherish the bounty
Of your poetic treasure –
Forever and ever......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem