Small but not shallow,
Placid but not tranquil,
Short-while yet worthwhile
Was our lives’ sojourn.
Admiration and inspiration,
Animation and elation,
Which all were witnessed
Are all gone to wind
When the sojourn came to an end.
Each birth ends in death.
But horrible is the death of youth.
To preserve to
ripen and
to conserve to
sustain
it, is in your
hand.
26.05.99, Palakkad
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