Is this the way life is today?
A slow degenerative consumption of the body?
A torture that wrenches the very heart of a family?
And if it is, then I don't understand life today.
Only 44 years and then he passed away,
He had so much more to say,
But it was already in the 4th stage,
How could it be this way?
He was the baby of a family,
that grew up where my mom used to play,
Always smiling and dancing freely,
A Director at Altera, his company,
A Father with a loving family,
A look like Kevin Costner
my brother and I used to say,
So happy, he was, I remember
that day,
Could you please tell me,
then, why he was taken away?
-in memory of Rajiv Kumar who died from lung cancer on November 24, 2001. He is survived by his wife and 2 children.
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Hi Mita,
Such a touchy poem. Life is so unpredictable. Lets all appreciate & enjoy each other .
Love always.
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