Indian Time - A Voice from the Eastern Door

In Memory

 

BABA

It’s a month already that you went to a warmer place

The sunshine that you made shine so bright for me has gone and fallen asleep with you

I know that one day it will be bright again, but until then my heart aches and my eyes fill with tea...



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