I remember the day
He was born.
It was in the morn
That he came on a sojourn
On a rainy day of June.

I remember the day
He for ever closed his little eyes.
It was twilight,
The stars twinkled in silence,
A candle was burning.

Thus his visit to this mortal world
Lasted but a few hours.
He tasted the breast milk
To know the sweetness of earthly love
And then returned to his heavenly abode.

There-in the hospital church yard
He was laid to eternal sleep.
Born in a different religion
That was his final destination.

Life is like that,
Every soul has a pre-destined ground.
From the shores of my little world
I am reflecting on the purposes of life.

25/06/1991 (I had a younger brother born on 08/06/1973 who passed away on the same night. My father was magnanimous who gave away the body to the church connected to the hospital)

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Ravi Panamanna

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