Hands of clock slowly moving, 

Hour by hour days are rolling , 

Walls of my house still waiting, 

Wanting to hear that voice of yours echoing. 

Ears are longing for that ringtone to be heard, 

Thoughts lining up in queue to be shared, 

Tears rolling down drying up the eyes, 

Heart but remembering you with silent cries . 

You always believed in Superpower, 

You only can ask now, was this all fair? 

For being so noble and kind , 

For all that warmth, why this painful end. 

Clutches of destiny so cruel, 

Heartless and mindless as well, 

Made all our efforts go futile, 

Left behind only helplessness as a trail. 

A Picture so perfect, 

Destroyed by hands of fate.

Long way to go for us to forget, 

Lines of life written on HIS UNERASABLE SLATE. ,