A new immigrant came alone
Some fifteen years ago,
Scuttling his home and job in India –
To find a new life in America.
He went through gyrations
Which newcomers must go through,
But never wavering that his path was set –
That his dream would eventually triumph.
His bachelor days were soon over –
When the mother-hen and brood arrived.
In time he built a secure perch,
And seemed to have accomplished his goals.
He had a defiant mien,
But now Lord has recalled him early,
Leaving his work unfinished.
But he is now in a realm
Where angels dance to the glory of eternity,
And there is no hurt.
Note: Tribute paid to Anil Zutshi, who passed away
0n 6.21.15, presumably in his mid-fifties.
Suffern, New York, 6.25.15