By JH Sayyar
In halls once graced by wisdom's gentle flame,
Where books and thought in harmony did blend,
There rang a sound more joyful than acclaim—
His laughter, like a song that would not end
Ah! A chuckle bright, a burst of mirth sincere,
Would ripple through the silence, calm and wide,
Disarming woes and grief, dismissing every fear,
And letting light through sorrow's veiled side
Not mockery, but mundane joy in purest form,
A scholar's heart made warm with human grace;
In winter minds, his laugh became the storm
That stirred the soul and brought a brighter place.
Though stilled in hard time, his echo lingers on—
A laugh we remembered still, never fully gone.
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