Oku Sunkun Oku

In the spirit of the loss of a comrade (friend outside PS), who kicked the bucket on 20th of this month, coupled with the news about the death of Linda's (Pd) mother, revealed by SKAT via her blog of 29th of the same month, I sincerely surrender my pen to mourn the dead. _______________________________________ WE MOURN OURSELVES With no knowledge of that day That God would call your name Your sojourn with us we cherished On your departure we did the same Our heart tore when we lost you You didn’t go home all alone For part of us went with you From the moment God called you home You left us blissful memories Your kindness and love remains our guide There you’re, we can’t see you But you’re always on our mind This world you came alone And this and us you left behind For the next world we know Would leave none of us behind Your chain of friendship was broken From the day God called you home The gist, the grins, the cheers… are no more Left with you are your deeds in that new home Your rope of kinship was severed And things seized to seem the same But when God takes us one by one Our rope would tie and we’d all have a name ________________________________________ I mourned with we the living and the dead I believe we live to die On the ground that death is inevitable.