**Elegy for Bhushan Misri: A Soul’s Journey to the Heavens**
Bhushan my brother, Bai Ji, --Bai
Ji ‘O’ Baiji (2)
On the night of the 14th, as the
moon held its glow,
At the stroke of 4 AM, the stars
whispered low.
Bhushan Misri, a soul so
bright,
Slipped into the heavens, beyond
our sight.
A man of cards, with a mind so
keen,
He played his hand like a silent
dream.
Bridge was his game, his logic
supreme,
A master of memory, a strategist
unseen.
With a soft drink by his side, calm
and composed,
He danced with fate, as the evening
closed.
Rarely did he falter, rarely did he
fall,
In the world of cards, he conquered
it all.
But Bhushan was more than a player
of games,
A lover of words, of poetry’s
flames.
He penned his thoughts, in verses
so pure,
A poet at heart, his words would
endure.
Novels and philosophers filled his
days,
He read them all, in countless
ways.
Summaries he wrote, to capture
their essence,
A scholar of life, with boundless
presence.
Music and drama, cinema’s art,
Each held a place in his tender
heart.
A man of culture, of grace and
flair,
Bhushan Misri was beyond
compare.
His English, a melody, smooth and
refined,
A language he wielded with a
brilliant mind.
Sham admired his style, his
eloquent flow,
A brother, a mentor, who helped him
grow.
On that fateful night, as the world
lay still,
Bhushan ascended, beyond time’s
will.
The heavens welcomed a soul so
rare,
A star now shines, for he is there.
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