For a little over seven decades His presence sweet was felt
And yet today hollow fills his fashioned dwelling
We all have come from far and away but near
To honor this mast that once and still stays strong
An artisan of forceps, scalpel and syringes and rare curative ambidexterity lay before us
Trailing fondness and ardor, the substance on which his staff of household rulership is built
A massive disdain for rivalry, feud and indiscriminate hostilities within the intimate
Projected his core crammed to the brim with an unchallenged faculty in homo sapien correlation
He is an oak and beacon on which we fix our gaze
He is an oasis and a refuge we anticipate
But like coal to a train; a fraction is lost and the journey looks rather prolonged
Now that mother earth hath rendered him deceased and expired he sleeps for rest
While eternity awaits his unmatched and consummate service
He still lives on and persists to spring a cause to smile.
Though he sleeps, his legacy remains immortal for his progeny are scattered abroad