In the silent whispers of the night,
Your words dance like shadows on the wall,
Each verse a delicate fight,
Against time’s unyielding call.

The melancholy in your eyes,
Mirrors the sorrow in your ink,
A poet’s heart never lies,
But in your depths, we sink.

Through the agony of existence,
Your voice resonates strong,
In every word, a persistence,
To right every wrong.

O Jaun, the world feels your pain,
The echoes of your soul remain,
Forever in our hearts and minds,
Your legacy, a love unconfined.