Wounds in my heart will heal with time, But there will be some scars left behind. There was so much to say, but you were short of time. The alternating line going straight is etched in my mind. I clutched your hand tight but still you left, I saw you going, I stood there bereft. I hope you are happy wherever you are, I will always pray for your inner peace, Maa.
In My Memories
Pen It Rather Key It 
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