Dear Mrs. Chatterjee

Your indelible memory
Will guide us from afar;
Softly shining always
Like a steady star.

Whenever we'll feel the need,
To anchor our restless lives,
We'll search our souls for memories
Of you, where your Blessing thrives.

Every once in a busy while,
We'll gaze upon the sky,
To remember you by the rainbow
Which chronicles the days gone by.

Often we'll feel disheartened and lost,
Often we'll feel pain...
But those lessons which we can never forget
Will restore and renew us again.

Though our paths will never cross,
We won't ever see your smile,
You'll be locked within our hearts,
To make our lives worth the while.

When Sleep will lead each of us
To the Deep end of the Dark,
Your far away words, your enlightening thoughts
Will blaze up from a spark.

I'm sorry that this poem is far from good,
It emerges from a vacuum within,
But you would have been nice about it nonetheless,
And encouraged me with your grin.

For I wrote poems all along,
Which were mostly far from good.
But the way you listened, so earnest and rapt,
I never quite understood,
How they were really so far from good.

And here I am, Writing again,
By way of a humble tribute,
We bow before your brilliance, your kindness,
Which we'll forever salute.