You live in the spring, roses and daffodils, with water flowing through streams singing, in chorus, with birds and butterflies, colourful…
Like your henna dyed hands…
With gold Jumkas, shining like stars, twinkling, in a black velvety sky…
The falling leaves of autumn reminiscent of a voice, soft, crisp and beautiful…
Now gone forever…
Love turns into memorials, each one taking a share, memories turn to life…
The wailing hearts burn the leaves; tears turn fire into ashes,
Like snow falling down from the sky, it turns gold…
Warm like the rays of sun spreading light, as far as you could, leaving the sky gloomy at midnight,
At dawn it rained tears…
A lonely dusk until the fall of the dew, each drop a welcome from the once adorned Roses,
Now sleeping together, in another Shabistan!
You will never be forgotten and will live on in our hearts.
Lovingly remembered by your family members, relatives and friends.