To My Teacher

Being thy pupil
What shall I offer
But tend upon the hours
Of thy departure
I have no precious gift
To fill thy hands
Yet time is at the door
Thou shalt bid thy servant
This all of the sudden adieu
My teacher...!
I dare not query
Exposing my jealous thought
And say
How could leave me such way

Ah, if this time would go
Hundreds of years behind 
We would be together
For another hundred of years
But it hath leaped
As a merciless lion doth to a gazelle
To knock us pole apart.
My teacher....!
Thee hath raised thy feet
To measure the way
To thy destiny, thee hath chosen
And its thy volition 
Or concerns suppose
Wherever thee be
I doth believe
Thy luminosity would 
Illuminate every darkness
Of another side of the world
Adieu.... my teacher.

28, July 1991