Kanjika: Some Lamentations 3

This is the first night Dry flour is scattered on the ground She will come she will come she will put her foot down she will go We will sleep we will sleep even in grief we will sleep She will see she will see she will never see us again We will tear we will tear we will tear out our hair in the morning She will stop she will stop halfway down the road she will stop We will forget we will forget in this very grief we will forget