Not for the noise, nor the spot lights,
Not for bylines printed or countless award nights.

His true fame is quieter , an impulse that stays,
When the world forgets, and time decays.

His true fame is not applause or gold,
It’s the stories that others make retold.

It’s the spark that lights another flame,
It’s the platform that gives others a name

Only those live who gave their heart,
To turn their struggle into art.

Farewell Piyush and thank you.