A precocious prodigy
In studies, sports or arts
Or in music or instruments
Your touch made the difference
Compassionate to the core
For fellow beings or pets
Being their great buddy
You made the energies flow
Whenever you chanted or played the violin
Whenever you ran the cross-country race
Whenever you painted the Warli art
You left such deep poignant impression
For those small years you lived
Before going back, just like that
To the Creator’s abode, so early
You exuded happiness galore
In another world, another time
We must be meeting you dear
So long, but keep the radiance
Forever we long to see ........
(My wife’s cousin Dr Anita Shet lost her second son Rishi in a freak accident in the US, at the age of 17, a week ago. Ref:www.rishishet.com)
