A life that reveled in service of humanity….
A calm demeanor. An inscrutable countenance. A spiritual aura. An embodiment of Grace. A philanthropic visionary. An outright Humanist. A Compassionate Healer. An Antidote to stress. A secular soul. A Magnanimous being. Ahead of her times. This was ‘She’. Begum Sayeeda Khurshid Alam. Daughter of Dr. Zakir Hussain, former President of India. Wife of late Khurshid Alam Khan, former Cabinet Minister. Mother of Salman Khurshid, former external affairs minister and a senior advocate.
“In the end we’ll all become stories.”
– Margaret Atwood
Sayeeda begum’s life ceased to become an immortal story that touched the lives of many.
Shh..
Its quite, never drop a tear
Frozen though I am
Now its turn for my spirit to revel
Don’t search for me too far, I still live there
Just there… in your eyes
Call me in repose; I’ll dust your wound
I’ll hold your soul
Don’t search for me too far, I still live there
With my past in your heart
Never box my belongings, they’ll lose the shine
I belong to them in my prime
Don’t search for me too far, I still live there
In the same veranda, smelling the same flowers
On the same sheet but for long asleep.
Shh..
Never yearn. United now I stand.
I’ll be there never touching your hand
Don’t search for me too far, I still live there
Where you are.
“Never. We never lose our loved ones. They accompany us; they don’t disappear from our lives. We are merely in different rooms.”
Courtesy
shruti
