In the shadowed corners of the mind,
Where longing and despair entwine,
Jaun’s words like whispers find,
A world where dreams and reality combine.

His verses dance on the edge of night,
With sorrow’s grace and wisdom’s light,
A seeker lost in endless flight,
In search of truths hidden from sight.

Among the ruins of forgotten thought,
Where silence speaks and battles are fought,
His spirit roams, forever caught,
In questions that life itself has wrought.

Through the echoes of his yearning cry,
Jaun’s legacy will never die,
A timeless voice beneath the sky,
A poet’s heart, forever nigh.