Written By Shubhada Sakurikar (Moved from comment)

Bhau

The world says you are dead--

not seeing, not seen;

not hearing, not heard;

Not asking, not responding;

Not taking, not giving.

But I can see your light

Showing me the path.

I can hear your voice 

Inspiring and reprimanding.

I can feel your asking for a righteous conduct

I can feel your assurances when I am grieved.

You are receiving my prayers

and giving your blessings.

How can you be dead Bhau

When you are alive in my trillions of cells

Each of 23 chromosomes you gave me

Perpetuate a bloodline that was pious

And carry forward a tradition to which

You are a glorious link.

Bhau you live in me

Bhau you live in my children

O World, never say Bhau is dead.