Gurudev, Pranam!

I do not have words to describe you, your description belongs to an elite world where a genius resides.

I cannot talk about you, you in itself are an institution that remains unparalleled, in man and beyond.

Your stories are not written, they are sagas that are embedded in our lives. Every day, every moment. Forever.

You defined Literature long before mankind could understand the nuances of what ‘Literature’ is.

You did not pen poetries, you have written ‘Life’ as means of poetry in a community where the ‘poet’ was always misunderstood.

Thank you, for leaving us behind.

Beacause, you were way ahead of our kind.

Published by lifeoholic

Flamboyance meets me, and I could be contagiously luring. It kind of comes off in my writing, as my stories of passion and indulgence unfold.

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