Sushant....

34 years ago a boy was born 

Or it would be appropriate to say, a smile.

Enigmatic and contagious.

He counted days and dreams 

Planets and stars.

His eyes shone in the twilight 

Blessing the petals of sunflowers.

His dreams were bright 

And his deeds fierce.

He fought the battle of his own dreams 

Winning the hollow shell of confinement.

He is the world his mother created,

He is the lullaby his sisters composed.

He is the star his family gazed at.

Lucky are the stars for whom h

He gave flying kisses with his telescope.

And blessed is the constellation,

That he has chosen as his home.

His breaths twinkled in the galaxy of his system -

Burning the burnt. 

These sears made him stable 

Making him the noun of the ablest.

Miles he goes after he sleeps,

In the hearts of millions.

He looks at the limits of the earth 

And lives in the infinity of space.

The farther he flies, 

The sharper his memories.

His truth demands to prevail.