Indebtedness. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Every time when I visits there
I stand a while near you
Where you takes your final rests
Where your memories still wandering
The world of joy that parted with
The happiness of service you rendered
That kept in the mind intact
I feel the sorrow, loss of you
Your smiles, actions, and humor
My friend, you have not died
Finally opted for a calm rest here
May be you were tired a lot
And expecting for disenchantment
Miles have walked together
Volumes of books read and discussed
And your opinions ever revered
Sometimes difference of opinions from me
I feel the loss in my heart
Expressing my inability to repay you
The great indebtedness, the inspiration of you
Being yourself a treasure mine of knowledge
Being yourself a blessed writing talent
Being yourself a prolific talent of skills.