But,now, you are gone.

You were loved. Dearly.
You were special. To so many.
You meant the world to some.
I met you when you were a child.
Yes, I knew you. I talked about you.
And yes, I cried.
At eighteen, you were a bud waiting to bloom.
With so much promise, hidden, unseen.
But, now, you are gone.
A life, so young. So you.
No more.
May God bless your soul and give you peace.

- In memory of Badri