I saw him kissing his grandson again
In mid winter, his eyes showed me the rain.
After forty long years he is still the same,
One 'victorious' man of life's game.

The old pile of yellow books,
The sepia tinted memories,
Back to the fun filled college days,
Of the semi love stories.

And today yet again
He left on his 'jet plane'
This time forever
Forever... yet again.