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A Requiem
There underneath a yew tree, she will stay,
a dear queen she was and loved by many,
stop in silence, no tears, then go your way,
with kind words of prayers, if you have any.
slow dust will settle to cover her stones,
then be washed and cleaned by year’s monsoon rain,
let mother nature care and keep these bones,
let motherless child, her heaven regain.
Beyond thoughts and wishes of humankind,
is wisdom only divinity can gauge,
for the many who leave this world behind,
with this requiem, oh Lord, turn their page!
Copyright ©
Krish Radhakrishna
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