I remember Lalubhai Dressed in heavy folds of white. Why did he not wilt away Crossing under Her balcony Greeting me with pure delight. He would sit in the Lord's room Quietly looking out for me And rising when he saw me come Into the world's most sacred home, And offering with sweetest joy These words he spoke, “Chair Narad?” Allowing me to gaze at God.
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