Elegy for Dr. Manmohan Singh
(The Silent Sage of Our Times)Beneath the skies, where silence speaks,
Lies a man whose strength never peaks.
No roaring chants, no beating drum,
Yet his wisdom shone brighter than the sun.
A scholar first, the nation’s pride,
From Gah to Delhi, a humble guide.
An economist, calm, with a steady gaze,
Who steered a ship through turbulent haze.
No saffron cloaks, no theatrical flair,
No hollow boasts that fill the air.
While some screamed slogans to claim the day,
He whispered reforms that paved the way.
A Vishwaguru? He wore no crown.
His work, not words, earned renown.
In Urdu, his early lessons found,
Yet he mastered tongues where wisdom’s bound.
1991, a crisis brewed,
Manmohan’s pen turned chaos to food.
No viral speeches, no political memes,
Just quiet deeds that built strong dreams.
In life, he taught us to strive for grace,
To serve the world, not chase the race.
In death, his silence speaks even more,
A sage we revere, whose soul we adore.
Now let the galleries fill with noise,
Let men of pomp display their toys.
Manmohan rests, his work complete,
The quiet reformer, humility’s feat.
So here’s to the man who silently won,
Without a crown, yet second to none.
In his shadow, the loud may thrive,
But it’s his legacy that will survive.
-Subu asksubu
