When we pay,

 an accompanying gift,

Of admiration to the dead.
When our tears fall down,

appeasing the adorned ground, 

full of the embellished tombstones. 
When we feel the absence, 

Of the just departed,

the folks we looked up to.
When we go through our albums, 

the moments, the moments,

that draws water,

 into the wells of our eyes.
The moments,

that draws veneration,

into our hearts,

impelling us to bow towards their graves.
Let’s plant a flower again,

Let’s light a candle once more,

For the dead,

Tribute in solitude. 


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