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Lalit Kumar Mar 25
The time you gave was precious and bright,  
In little dreams, you lit a light.  

Books that lay covered in dust,  
Now opened again with newfound trust.  

Numbers started to dance and play,  
Hearts began to dream each day.  

A short journey, just a few days,  
Yet the lessons will forever stay.  

A small lamp you chose to ignite,  
Will shine in someone’s future bright.

— The End —