When a dying star collapses,
it causes a raging supernova
the kind that outshines
galaxies for several days
the kind that can be seen
radiating across space
When you look up at the
star-spangled sky tonight,
rejoice in the last hurrah
of a brilliant, luminous star
one we fondly called our own
From the dark corners of our
earth-bound existence,
tonight we cry for you
because the universe is
a little more devastating
without you in it
Farewell, Irrfan Khan
Sleep well
Butterflies and Hurricanes 
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