Gone at seventy-four,
An age, he well bore.
A pleasant personality to tour,
His company, all did adore.
Accolades the country will pour,
His stripes represented décor.
Now a vacuum filled with vapour,
Not a moment was there any languor.
A scholar with scholarship to the core,
Rewards were not weighed by the crore.
Known by the worldly books he swore,
There was no time for a minute of furore.
Diplomacy as a policy, a domestic chore,
How well he mastered with much candour.
Politics and economics, both presented a lot to encore,
To the end, there was always resplendence so splendour.
To inform and perform, a job he did not ignore,
Term after term, how loud he did roar.
Rising above the surface, schooled by teachers of yore,
Humility and integrity, his boat steered with that oar.
Many fallen comrades left before,
Now it’s his turn to wave to the shore.
His name will be sung in many a folklore,
As a mentor, how well he did score.