Your easy smile as in the warmth
of sunrise
at the village of ancestry
reminiscences brings back to life
with many happy days
of childhood; you have sadly gone,
but though your sun has set,
the sidereal sparkles in your glances
endure, in the hearts and minds
remaining constant;
transience is the fate of us all, alas,
yet in the steps trodden
the breaths expended breathe
still, for ever in daily rhythms living on.

Jeewan Ramlugun