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..!
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