Sadly, the candle of your life
Extinguished before the usual span of human life,
Leaving for your eternal abode too early,
And yet, you left behind a great legacy.
Gaining literary immortality.
Your poems reflect a zeal, highly poetic,
From your youth, all enthusiastic.
You gave glimpses of your personal struggles,
But alas! It’s all a muddle
Why you bade an early farewell.
It could have been problems of adolescence,
That give us a hundred and one troubles,
Or love affairs,
Or other worldly snares.
But well, if only we could beware!
Originality pervades your poems,
They have their own richness,
With farfetched imagery, like flowers blooming.
What a great blessing!
To human beings!
You dared to voice out what others did not,
By your artistic and poetic talent,
Or matters political.
Without being sentimental.
Was it an artistic rebellion?
Or was it an expression of your faith?
A strong personal faith?
Resulting in your poetry being filled
With exuberance and a joy fulfilled?
They say those whom the Gods love, die young.
Surely you were among
The choicest of the Lord’s chosen people,
Or else there is no reason for your early departure,
Giving the literary world the greatest displeasure.
Your writings done casually,
Made you popular posthumously.
Certainly, dear poet, if you had lived longer,
The literary world would have benefitted further.
Yet, eternally, ‘the real life of your words’ outstays,
Great poet, you will ‘live in them and with them’ always.