One who flied like clouds!
One who rained like showers!
One who sprung like flowers!
He was an umbrella for you!
In the suns and in the rains,
It’s his portrait static and silent,
He expired with all his worth,
And buried in motherly depth!
With a bitter smile on tears,
Yes, the dust on the portrait,
His sigh could not blow,
He can see from skies.
Your tears were lies!

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