Showering in the meadows, the flowers create a bloom,
The landscape hidden in mist, the light in the haze blooms.
A wizened man arrives in the fog, his smile lights the gloom,
Stories to tell had the wise man, tired at the end of life’s gloom.
Yet happy he was, strength shining by, outshone he in the gloom,
A lonely dog, his faithful pet followed him all the way in the bloom.
Followers a many he received, yet no devotee in all the bloom,
His mission in life to fulfil, no successor to succeed his bloom.
Breath his last, he took with a sigh, the dog a blessing in the bloom,
Transformed the dog into a man, for vision he had to shine in the gloom.
- Dr. Hira