FOR THE LATE PROF. K. R. SRINIVASAN IYENGAR
Dr. H. Tulsi
A law of Nature it is that, some day,
All beings breathe their last and turn to dust.
But how can we not grieve though Death’s a must
when stars among mankind are whisked away?
Our idol Iyengar has ceased to breathe!
The doyen who has done his country proud
wears, now, each ‘shawl of honour’ as a shroud,
Each laurel and each garland as a wreath!
But deathless is his bequest literary.
A mirror to his face his works will hold
So that man, down the ages, may salute
This figure fossilized in history.
His precepts if we practice and uphold,
would we not be paying the best tribute.