Francis Mausa - You will always be missed

He was from Down Under
But never struck like Thunder;
Most of us in the family said
Madhu, you are doing blunder.

But she was determined like a rock
Both of them named their first son Rocky;
Soon after came the second one
And was called Vicky.

After spending much of his early years
In doom and gloom;
But with Badi Auntie on the side
Life seems to again bloom.

I remember doing my engineering
When he first came to see us;
I was bowled over
By his Caucasian look.

Initially we struggled to connect
He doesn’t seem to be like one of us;
But beneath the quiet exterior
Was a person better than most of us.

Seemed to be genuinely happy
In other’s happiness;
But heard people failed him
In selfish craziness.

Always seemed to me a motorcycle freak
A ride was always there for him to sneak;
A disciplinarian by heart
Loved to work on chart.

I was told he became quiet and
Stayed away from people;
Did that rattled him to the extent
That he so suddenly slipped away?

His memories will ever remain with me
How are you Babloo?Is the greeting that I learned from him;
May God provide his soul peace
And strength to his family.

If there is anything that I can
do to help overcome the crisis;
Please count me in
For the sake of FRANCIS!