IRRFAN KHAN

With the setting sun,

God took one more of us with him.

As his soul went up to heaven 

All wished they could see him just one more last time.

Why does he do so, every one thought.

The lesser they knew that he had shortage of good souls up there.

The sky gave its salute as he left the land 

It coloured itself with pink and orange and purple and blue to depict his life's paintings one side colourful, the second dark.

He battled hard but he knew, more was to come that it was for ending his pain that god called him home.

His family and his friends missed him 

Wanted to talk to him about everything they always wanted to tell but din't.

That they loved him more than the stars loved the sky, that they wanted just a few more moments, a few more memories with him.

Its funny how god plays us,

On the international day of dance, of art 

He took an artist away from us.

Gone too soon but with too much to give,

too much to remember and too much to recall.

I wish he is happy up there with his mom 

Finding solace in her lap telling her of everything he wanted to before she went up.

He could not live without her so god took them both they said.

As his last words were, "Amma has come to take me."

I wished RIP meant Return If Possible.