In the tapestry of life, moments shine bright,
Like stars against the vast canvas of night.
For me, it was Ayappa, my closest kin,
A man I thought would never fall, never dim.

In his eyes, I saw the strength of ages past,
Yet, one day, he slept, and it was his last.
Life’s fragility struck, swift and profound,
In that moment, my world came crashing down.

No one’s immune to time’s unyielding flight,
A truth learned in Ayappa’s eternal night.
Now, every word I speak, every deed I do,
Is mindful of the finite time we all go through.

His fall from heights I thought were so high,
Became the lesson that changed my sky.
In every word, in every deed, I find,
The echo of his wisdom, forever kind.

I submit this piece, a tribute, a token,
Of a life, a perspective, forever unbroken.
In Ayappa’s memory, I share this rhyme,
A turning point in the tapestry of time.

Written by Abbirami Jegan