AND Gobinda wrote this poem:
You are special, I always knew.
You don’t belong to a crowd but to a very few.
The way you endure the shrill thunders and the murder of hopes,
Give me the courage to challenge life’s slippery slopes.
When life stands still
You aim for the hill.
You create rhythm
With your own wave and style,
You march past the barbwire
And make the daffodils smile!
You are my hero, my symbol of courage and my ‘innocent’ friend,
Don’t know what is God but you’re a God-send.