Its your 199th
The last,
The garden is decked with flowers
Anticipating your willow
Your hooks, pulls, cuts,
Your looking up to the sky,
Your padded walk,

The last page
Of your long book
Where you wrote everything it took
To make yourself a God,
Has arrived,

And Shivaji Park
Might be feeling sad
Ganesh chandra avenue too,
So also that boy at nets at Perth
Or at Wellington,

For 199 has arrived
As You yourself declared,
As your last,
And the garden is decked with flowers,
Anticipating you,
Your padded walk,
Your willow,
Your pulls, hooks, cuts,
And straightdrives,
As good as shooting arrows
Aesthetic, sublime,

Has arrived
In due time.


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