In Loving Memory Of My Grandfather Dr. Karamat Ali Karamat (On His Death Anniversary) Poem by Asim Baadshah

Another year has passed,
yet your presence still lingers -
in verses, in voices,
in the silence of those who remember.

Not a day goes by
without your name echoing gently in our hearts,
like an eternal whisper
across generations.

You were not just a grandfather;
you were a scholar, a poet,
a soul of wisdom,
whose legacy defies time.

Even across oceans and borders,
your name whispered
to the American Mathematician Albert Turner Bharucha-Reid,
who honoured your mathematical theory
by including it in his own book during the 1980s -
where minds speak in symbols
and souls in silence.

From the quiet streets of Cuttack
to the pages of poetic history,
your spirit remains undiminished.

Every word you penned still breathes,
every lesson you taught still guides.

As your family,
we carry not just your blood,
but your brilliance.

In every book we read,
in every prayer we utter,
in every dream we chase -
you are there.

Though you are not with us in form,
you live in every syllable of your name.

Dr. Karamat Ali Karamat -
immortal in thought,
revered in memory,
cherished in hearts.

You didn't leave your legacy in stone,
you left it in the hearts of those you inspired
and the love you shared.

I miss you deeply, Dadaji.

Your Asim still writes,
still dreams,
and still listens
for your whisper in the wind.