Poem about Shaikhuna Kottumala Bappu Usthad
My Master An unvanishing., In my mind... The lovely utterance.. He called me, "Son...!" What could I call him?.. Teacher, preceptor, guide, godfather..... It was a benevolence for me, Oh Master! First I bemused, Then I realized.. The news of bereavement, Was completely true.... But your lovely smile,. Does not off move...! Even then, A compact to me, I could see you.. Before being departed... Oh my Master, An Exalted..! - Rasheed HA