YOUR DEPARTURE
The last we held hands and cried together, was a year ago (tomorrow)
I don't show it openly, but I am still drowned in this sorrow
Your words in my ears constantly ring, "I don't want to die, I want to live for you "
I told you to fight it (death); but I guess, death overpowered you.
Dearest, stay blessed in Heaven; and may you, to realms higher rise
From there, guide us please and constantly give us your advise.
No one knows when reunions take place; no one knows that date;
But, I hope it is soon time for me to join all of you, I eagerly that day await.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
