SULTAN

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- from a friend and admirer



On a grief filled hour

He left for that unknown horizon

Maybe true peace lay among

Higher realities

Had been a rough ride through

Over mirages of life’s glory

Some say true glory is found

After one is gone

In living spirits from cries of

Souls who sob

To see departures of blessed souls-



I was touched by that eternal flame

An artist lit

Kept my thoughts warm

Made the meanings clear

Of an artist’s artistry and life,



He had made friends with the waves

Promised to reveal secrets

Of songs of birds

Smell of the motherland

Miseries of the muscled common man...



The long haired guru stretched his arms

Ones that would create history

Over canvasses of life’s glory

Pictures of village folks

He felt their cries

Inside bottoms of his heart

They too needed someone

To show them respect

Sketch their tales

Of being ruled and forgotten by

Vultures of the city.



It was a web he spun in our first meeting

Little did I know what would happen?



Caught in admiration of a blessed soul

The monkeys and dogs witnessed our bond

Friends for life we shared same thoughts

Wanted to visit distant lands

In home made boats

He would paint while I would write

Always knowing the maestro is beside

This broken pen will feel the difference?



I watched the sunset of his life

Found an ocean of lively spirits

Made me think twice

Could not share true gratitude

When we parted

Said our last goodbye





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