Where Are You Art?
It was hard to believe when you left us,
A shock to our existences,
A joy-wrencher, a peace-snatcher.
For years you walked on earth with tough-feet,
And carried high-ambition,
But soft ways and words you used with the world.
Though in rough business,
Your concern for humanity never wavered,
Family was your prime focus.
You left a mark for us to look up to,
A way to emulate,
A memory to rekindle our souls.
Suffern, New York, February 23, 2024
maharaj.kaul@yahoo.com