The Idol
Breathed his last,
On dear's lap.
Each cells of her immersed in deep sorrow,
From that sorrow, a glow has
Risen, consecrated an idol
At the deepest of her heart.
Illuminated that idol,
With never ending memories,
Prayed, worshipped and loved,
That idol till her last breath.
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