Eena Meena Dika... Forever.

The man in a white kurta, standing tall an proud,
His phone sings "Eena meena dika" clear and loud,
He dances a little dance, before flipping open his cell,
Why would you put this man through hell?
You say he has a week, and that he has fought long and hard,
For a long time yet, from happiness we will be barred.
Yet in the same house, happiness does shine a light,
With little Leela's laugh, so gentle and bright.

Quietly, that day, his soul left this world.
Leaving our hearts caught up in a whirl.
A soul like a storm, a brilliant gale,
When he left this world, his body was frail.
No earthly structure was good enough,
This man was as gentle as his soul was tough.
A loving and caring individual was he,
And we all miss him so, yes, so dearly.