Void

He left...

A legacy of unanswered questions

Empty- handed and yours bursting with burden of qualms.

Unspoken and you speak filtering your findings.

His Sprightful spirit with free soul

Yours Spiteful spirit with shelter of flesh

Besmeared in the web of life in quest of answers

A satchel of sins bestowed for your deeds

You judge with judgemental eyes

The empty baggage he left...

A gust of wind, gale and gush of water

Tranquillity there and chaos here