My Dad, Dr. Harbindar (Harb) Sanghara, loved teaching students and looked forward to each new school year. This September would have marked his 43-year affiliation with UVic as a student (BEd, BA, PhD) and then as faculty.
In his memory, I share my Dad’s poem, “A New Day,” to celebrate his creativity, dedication, and uplifting spirit with the UVic community.
“There is a place
Where the wind touches the human heart beating,
Speaking of the things that move us most—Touch us
Innermost in human voices, the living drums,
Making the difference between life and death
Agonizingly acute…
There is an oak in the place we’ve been together
Its leaves stand, ribboned in dark green, fleeting gold, and burnt almond.
One falls, the others rustle gently in autumn:
A zephyr sings beneath the spreading branches
That trace the space of our lives.
The branches change colour with the fading light.
Symphony, silence, slow time
Such are the rhythms of the heart
And the places of the mind.
Treasures are moments that are shared,
And without one heart on the earth
The beat is in the stars…”
This Letter was submitted by Anneliese Sanghara.
