John Celes’ Rock is one that seems to grow,
Of composite make-up, from mole to hill;
The neighborhood has all now come to know;
This Rock will grow into mountain still!
Just as the Rock comes onto view of all,
Its density becomes greater each day;
No weather change can make this Rock to fall;
But if it should, ’twill come in God’s own way.
The Rock will get its due respect some day!
They will erect a monument for him;
His Indian brothers will feel very gay;
No more, the literary sun will be dim.
John Celes’ work will shake the world one day!
His voice will thunder in the mighty way!
16-7-2001
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