A cup of coffee and a scoop of Ice-cream.

To the marvellous life of a dearly departed, a poem. For all I have is poetry and such a person deserves everything.

A cup of bitter hot coffee

with a scoop of sweet Ice-cream

he was the person

who taught us to enjoy

bitter-sweet taste of life

in his own silent ways

we didn't share 

a single drop of blood

but he was my uncle

my Dad's brother

theirs was a bond

much strong than shared genetics

they stood together 

when the world was literally

out for their blood

they stood together 

when deceptive calmness 

descended upon us

he boasted about

trivial youthful shenanigans

full of adventures and fun

Yet, kept the true achievements

the one's that saved many lives

of activism and righteous battles

fought throughout his life

locked deep inside his heart

he was one of the few adults

who gave us respect as individuals

even when we were just 

tiny tots in his care

his life is a tale

in which he moved mountains

without so much as grunt

for someone who sacrificed so much

he lived a life as if

he sacrificed naught

a person worthy of being called 'Human'

for so very few people are worth that

remember his name - Pritpal Singh 

the beautiful soul

that has gone back to it's origin

I will make sure

that mark you made 

the hope you gave

is never forgot

by the coming generations of humans.