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An Elegy lamenting on the death of a dear one. Transitioning death into a new journey. |
| THRENODY by, Akanksha Subba. It is for the weariness of the path One takes as living mortals, The wind that blows swiftly And the sky that turns gloomy. It shall not be a day with the eyes sore But a day one shall rise high, The sky that welcomes a heart With the showers of the God above. For the sorrows caused to the beloved Will never be a part one can remember. The Heaven's doorman awaits For the mortal that's beloved. I shall not forget a day, the smile of the beloved, I shall sing of you as you watch over For I will be a companion when my leaves get dried And we shall be together , Forever. |