Sushant

These fingers of mine love a zillion pictures of you,

Scrolling and etching up you in the secret room of my cerebrum. 

You live in million minds,

You thrive in the celestial zeal.

You lived a thousand than thousands are ever expected to be.

Making 34 feel a trillion. 

You may have left the battle soon but victorious,

Leaving a history of deeds virtuous.

I have seen the vanity in stars,

but I see the vehemence in your name. 

The name which all love, Indeed!

But the name which the galaxy enlists. 

You passed the mission I am possible 

To answer the tales of mission impossible.

You are translucent my star 

In the opaque road of vices. 

They harm you shine on them.

You are that light,

Whose speed is unapologetically fiery.

You came and shone for your Self -

spreading rays of hope for many Selfs.

You left pain and scar,

You left butterflies and rose.

You taught both are rotten in search of fragrance. 

I say you'll never cease to fly 

because the love you spread became your thread.

Your death demands justice 

Your life demands celebration! 

You never really become negligible.

Because Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed.