In those days they called it 'Parc a Charbon' And today they call it Park Guest House. When I arrived somewhat tattered and torn Beloved Dayabhai took me in his care. Such love was his, so gentle were his words, His nurturing of Mother's errant child. So deeply touched was I, some poems came, I dedicated all of them to him, Simple poems penned with gratitude. My eternal soul will long remember him.
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