Indebtedness.

Every time when I visits there I stand a while near you Where you takes your final rests Where your memories still wandering The world of joy that parted with The happiness of service you rendered That kept in the mind intact I feel the sorrow, loss of you Your smiles, actions, and humor My friend, you have not died Finally opted for a calm rest here May be you were tired a lot And expecting for disenchantment Miles have walked together Volumes of books read and discussed And your opinions ever revered Sometimes difference of opinions from me I feel the loss in my heart Expressing my inability to repay you The great indebtedness, the inspiration of you Being yourself a treasure mine of knowledge Being yourself a blessed writing talent Being yourself a prolific talent of skills.