PROF BADRI RAINA
Raised in times when we returned
home to many voices,
when words made warm tapestries,
unthinkable to digital choices,
when we touched and talked and never
tired of human need and giving,
when healing came from caring eyes,
and fulfillment from living
beyond thoughts of me and mine,
beyond that next success,
when we could in love rebuke,
and in love confess,
what, in these gizmo times,
may obsolete age intone
but the hope that when we die
we may not be alone.
