It Was Spring Season,
The Cuckoo Sang All Night,
Shrouded In Erie Silence,
A Good Full Moon, A Good Night.
All Our Loved Ones Surround Thus,
Tea And Biscuits And Fragrance, Essence All Around Us,
Full Of Numerous Aromatic Incense,
The Neighbors Retired In The Silence,
It Was A Starry Night Unlike Any Other,
In The Morning Everyone Gathered,
I Was On A Road I Had Never Been,
A Road Indeed Far Less Traveled,
In All It's Inky Belying Beauty...
It Held A Devastating Truth...
A Far Agonizing Fate, That Which It Cradled...
Of All The Days, It Was A Friday,
All Around Black,
While Under The White He Lay...
Unmoved And Slack..
Come Morning I Bade My Last Goodbye,
To My Baba, Who Had Passed Away The Previous Night...

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