THE IMMORTAL GEM
My solemn homage to the greatest industrialist and the true architect of India. My condolence for the timeless philanthropist and the torch-bearer of humanity. May we be blessed to follow his footsteps upon the sands of time and evolve not as homo-sapiens but as humans in the truest sense.
THE IMMORTAL GEM
On a Thursday of October, 2024
Amidst the tears of hundreds of crores,
Along the Arabian sea's garrulous shores
Along the Arabian sea's garrulous shores
Departs the Legend, for his final abode.
Leaving upon the sands of time
A trail of sacrifices, serene and sublime.
Enlightening million lives with the eternal fire
Beaconing with courage, backed with desire.
Reminding the folk to always look up
And stride ahead with integrity,
In order to form the base of a strong nation
Leaded with quality, upheld with dignity.
He taught us to break the rules
The rules that hinder growth,
To build a strong practice of learning
In the highs and in the lows.
He showed us to deal with life, the best
To makes lemonades when it gives lemons,
To battle with courage, even if unarmed
And to win each of them, fighting demons.
He made us understand the fine line
Between self-respect and ego,
To have the guts to acquire Ford Motors
And yet be flexible to withdraw the Nanos.
To expand the horizons
And embrace innovations,
To value the vintage
Yet patronize creations.
To live like a monk, amidst all wants
To donate like Cyrus, and not to be a miser.
To fill our void with compassion and knowledge
Not only to be wealthy each day, but also to be wiser.
He showed that patriots aren't only those
Who defend our borders with artilleries and arms,
But each of us can be a true patriot
If we stay a loyal plant to our own farms.
Swords cut deep, but pens cut deeper
And inflict a damage, harder than a blow,
As after 26/11 all contracts were cancelled
And Pakistan was not getting a single Sumo.
Never did he think to scale up his treasury
And preferred sharing for all the needy,
As he believed, it was a curse to see misery
While filling pockets like a worthless greedy.
And there were several men who built businesses
But only he committed to build the nation,
As an empire of gold never sustains
If there is no soil for aspiration.
And thus, the synonym of Angel on earth
When departed for the tower of silence,
Created a vacuum in all our souls
A vacuum so loud and so turbulent.
That even the skies were upset that day
As they rained their grief,
As the silent tears of Tito sighed
That we have lost our chief!
But great souls, are never really lost
They are up above the mortal game,
As the vision of Ratan Tata would be always alive
Alive, as the Immortal Gem.
- Lucifer
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