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Farewell to the Tragedy King (Poem of A. Asad)

Farewell to the Tragedy King — A Tribute to Dilip Kumar (Poem) Best in Bollywood and gentle star, He was Tragedy King, Dilip Kumar. With grace he ruled the silver screen, In every frame, a soulful scene. A heart so deep, eyes full of pain, He made us cry like falling rain. From Devdas' tears to Mughal-E-Azam’s pride, He carried sorrow deep inside. His voice, so calm — his walk, so grand, A noble soul with steady hand. Not just an actor, but a flame, That lit the path to eternal fame. He taught the world how grief can shine, How silence speaks in every line. Now curtain falls, but hearts still sing, Forever lives the Tragedy King. Farewell, O star of timeless grace, You left your mark — no one can replace. With love and tears, "Asad" says goodbye, A legend lives and will not die. — By A. Asad

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