Jasvinder.

Jubilant and forefront, this man of old.

A story to many, yet a stroy still untold.

Such is his divinity, encompassed in flesh, blood and bone.

Valiant is his attempt, to leave his legacy in stone.

Insured only by his dreams fuelled by foresight and ambition.

Now succumbed, he walks in a field of thorns, spawns of the devil's inhibition.

Defeated he is today, victory has been scorched in his eye.

Enraged by human stupidity, he finds solace, in the greatness up high.

Renounced by many, a brother he is to us, to me, to the family.

Sham

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For you.

Along time ago, in a different world, below a strange cloud, at the edge of a familiar pleateau.
Sharing a beautiful moment, where time stops, where reality is the encompassing shadow.
Hands snugged under warm soft cotton,
Inching ever so closer to the feeling long forgotten.
Quiet smothers the air, as we find a gift God given.
In a solemn prayer we hold on to it as our fingers trace the linen.
Now i remember. and forever i shall be grateful for your humble reminder.