To your kind noble soul, let Him grant eternal rest. To your kind noble soul, let Him grant eternal rest.

The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.

When we die, we will not take anything with us apart from blessings. When we die, we will not take anything with us apart from blessings.

"It was a dark rainy day, Clouds had taken the sky in their grip" "It was a dark rainy day, Clouds had taken the sky in their grip"

A feeling as if I could not breathe, Now I know suffocation is not a myth A feeling as if I could not breathe, Now I know suffocation is not a myth

I feel broken, As if a part of mine left me at his funeral. I feel broken, As if a part of mine left me at his funeral.