Those days of the four gems (my elder co brothers)
By
P.R.Ramachander
He was a gem among men,
Strict not only at his home,
But with all others that he meets
Kindness used to flow like Ganges from him
And he somehow chose a Mandhir to live
He was another gem ,So kind to all,
And his greatest strength was Bhakthi
To all the Gods and his songs to God
Melted mind of all who hearld it,
And he chose to live in new music
He was still another gem , so knowledgale,
And so strict , so kind and drenched ,
Every one he met with his advises galore,
Any one who had any doubt felt happy to approach him
And he lived in a street called father God
He was another gem but called as a baby
He was a great one adding knowledge to machines,
He was simple , smiling , expert in making others happy
And spoke with great sincerity and joy ,
And he lived in a place called temple of arts
All these great four super gems ,
Lived a life of superb greatness
And thought that heaven was a better place,
And me who is a scientist by nature and king by name
Am feeling all alone, being lonely by nature,
In this great city of baked beans
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