'Naveen' means fresh, creative, bright 'Naveen' was my mom's youngest brother's name "He died when he was two," my grandma told me with a tear in her eye. "A long, long time ago." Yesterday, Naveen died once again This time, he was twenty-one A year older than my daughter is now He was studying to be a doctor- Learning to not give up, learning to give hope It wasn't just Naveen who died- Yesterday But all the people Naveen could have saved; had he lived. They died too, yesterday. And with him, 'Hope'- she died as well She was hurled out yesterday By 'Reality'. They say it's not the government's fault; I agree They say Naveen should have evacuated; I agree But, Naveen was twenty-one; A child, still- filled with hope and disbelief in the possibility of War; So, he stayed on; but it wasn't for long 'Reality' plucked him; it shook our core And we cried - for Naveen and for every child Who dares to dream And has his dreams ripped apart In an unfair world. This poem is a tribute to the 21 year old medical student, Naveen, who lost his life yesterday in the war in Ukraine. May his soul rest in peace and may God give his family strength. Our prayers are with all those who are stuck in the middle of conflict for no fault of theirs. May God have mercy. Copyright@smithavishwanathsblog.com. All Rights Reserved.