Down every passage of the institution hung
An eerie silence; The sun had set-
But all the flowers in the courtyard
emitted their fragrant breaths-
which rose to the heavens to mock
at the learned doctors
who frantically made last ditch efforts
to revive their beloved friends.
The ferry tossed and rolled across the river
which ran darkly by.
On its bank stood on their appointed grounds-
The great sages, smiling and welcoming.
He had never dreamed that death can
bring so close
A man to his heart's ideals- Peace, quite and God.
But iy is unfair, dear professor,
That for us you leave behind only memories-
And a body which does not teach laugh or love,
While you rise with the essence of flowers
To rest amongst tranquility.
By: Dr Amit Mukherjee
(Then Final year student at RMCH, Ranchi )
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