A
thousand times I called & cried;
Tears
ran down the eyes, inside I died.
If
only love could have saved;
You
would never have died!
Leaving
behind, your gracious family
Old
parents, playful daughter & virtuous sisters;
A
blood friend & faithful pals
Who
loved you, more than their lives!
When
your mother could stay for you, late night;
Sisters
satisfied only for your pleasant smile!
Father,
proud to have a humble son
Daughter
yearning for a kiss, as a child for a candy!
Your
words & deeds now make me cry
Those
days have melt; Eight months passed
Still
& always in your memories, under the Sun & vain
No
happiness can cover, the unbearable pain!
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