I wish to remember our Sun, the son.
whose mother and granny are growing old,
lonely but with grace, pride and life.
It is not a tale of glory of your days,
You were pretty much just a simple guy,
I hardly bothered, when you were near,
you grew up well without daddy's care,
As a child, you mimicked rap singers,
and drew a wonderful Donald duck.
In your teens, you liked Maggie noodles,
and drank water from pot at Mami's place.
You turned out to be charming,
dude with a bonny face and curly hair,
A sweet brother to a gang of cousins.
A darling buddy in company of mates.
Skillful at drawing and clicking pictures, you
danced to the rhythm, the stage was all your's.
You played Cricket, o' I forgot to tell you've,
got some posthumous trophy and recognition.
I believed you could be a super pilot,
your dream is incomplete, your books
now lie under a layer of dust, can you see?
You said "cancel the tickets, I wont come by train",
to travel your last journey in a vehicle by road.
in few minutes more, you were reaching home
then a sudden accident, and you were no more.
I have your guitar, rusty strings are replaced.
Ravi, we miss you and your absence is felt.
In my memories, each day you come back.
please rest in peace, that much we expect.
