To the departed soul, gone to early. It was impromptu but couldn’t find courage to post it then.

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The wind is cold

Brutal, sharp… needling

It carries the news

and it is sad

Don’t call me selfish… I’m weak

Can’t carry the burden… it is wrenching

Mirthful faces wail today

I want to escape this pain not the responsibility

I want to escape this moment not the reality

Forgive me, I’m weak.

ॐ शान्ति, मौसा जी।