With effortless poise, he made acting seem like child’s play,
Irrfan Khan’s death, a great loss to the world today;
Makes one wonder, what’s our duration of stay,
He was fifty three, and I turned 40 on this day!
From humble beginnings, he set to make his mark in this
world with passion,
Though selected an emerging player, high travel costs made
loss, his cash-in;
Opportunities many, that knock our door, are thus lost for
no rhyme or reason,
His miss was cricket, and mine was in the field of fashion!
In the jazzy world of nepotism, he had no familial footsteps
to follow,
Struggling to hone his raw talent, with roles to help him
grow;
Time and again, lady luck changed her pace to slow,
Feels to me that, he and I are on the same boat somehow!
When after multiple small roles, he remained unknown,
Early 2000’s, threw him the much needed bone;
Fates finally smiled and he was noticed, for his versatile
acting skills,
His and my life, seem to be matched in the strength of our
wills!
He believed to let hard work define him, not his last name
Dropped to keep only his first name, when he attained fame;
Agreed that rose is a rose, no matter what it’s name,
However, I believe,
in taking pride in my roots and my name.
This may seem like a long poem, for someone whose path never
crossed my way,
I think we all could use, some of the passion he displayed;
It saddens me that the world lost, a wonderful soul today,
A day of happiness for me, albeit turned slightly grey.
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