To my mentor,"Pervez Ahmed sir"

They say chords of my guitar are broken, will not sing anymore,

They say no life will grow for characters of those endless stories, as before

They say it wouldn't yield anything, how loud my words will scream as remorseful beggar,

They say that someone from heaven came and has robbed the soul of my story teller,

They say voice is now mute for all, which we heard till longing yesterdays,

An arena that was once crowded with various senseless and sensible brains,

You were like a solid brick wall,  that always made honesty to

They say my words will never color beauty to tales, lost its potency,

But my words promise to bring you back every day, in your supremacy,

Though we are not standing on the same earth, our worlds are apart,

Yet thoughts have crossed the border, and I see you other side, apart

They say you have left the world, But a silent belief holds the crown of your inspiration,

They say I will never see your physical existence, but will stone erecting at each success station,

As long as this world exists, endurance to our spirit lives,

You will remain alive in every success,

And assuredly in every aftermath celebrations.