On Prabakaran Boaz
I cannot say, and I will not say,
that he is no more. He is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
he has wandered into an unknown land.
And left us dreaming how very fair
it must be, since he lingers there.
And you—oh you, who wildly yearn,
for an old-time step, and his glad return,
Think of him faring onmost dear,
he is away but forever near.
