Simplicity lived and bygone

Bird of same feather

1

I won’t stand at your grave with white flowers and mourn,
Attend your funeral
Or accept you’re really gone, as long as it takes to sink in

2

I grew up in a country where Hindus and Muslims
Are more animus than belief
You told me, children to the same father, we’re all the same

3

You weren’t an educated man, toiled in a factory for wage
Yet finest of open minds
Is how you’ll live, footprints on sand, of a young me.

4

I might have made fun of you, but in laughter when you said
Men and women – are all there to race
Is the true learning I’ll live with.

5

Who are you to me? Not a father, brother, uncle, friend
Beyond name or stars you live today
Complete or forsake me – you’ve done both today


I came to know yesterday morning that he passed away. Being a Muslim, he had substantially great learning of Hindu scriptures and had a surprisingly simple explanation of everything. As a young boy, I learnt the true meaning of harmony from him. He was a man of perfectly sound health. Ever since I heard the news, I am just not able to accept it. My beloved uncle, please have my respect, may your simple words illuminate where there is darkness.

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28 thoughts on “Simplicity lived and bygone

  1. i am sorry for your loss man. its hard when someone that meant so much to our lives passes. sounds like he taught you some good things. i like your tribute. the third one in particular. his history, but more so his legacy in you.

    • Thank you Brian – yes, given his background he was a surprisingly interesting person – I will never forget his ideas on simplicity!

    • Thanks Claudia – As I felt yesterday, this will take a really long time to sink in, to accept. He was all good and then he is suddenly gone.

  2. This is a beautiful tribute to your uncle, Abhra! I am sure that, wherever he is now, he feels proud to have made such an impact on his nephew. Your poem reminded me of a favorite aunt who passed away seven years ago and who meant a lot in my life.

  3. A loss of a loved one can be painful and I wish you peace..he sounds like a person who taught you much in the journey of life..beyond stars you live today
    a lovely thought.

  4. These conversations with the departed are some of the most intimate ones we can have. Don’t know why that is, but there is such humility and sincerity here, it’s so refreshing.

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