"They covered her face With a red veil Her body clad In yards of Saree.." "They covered her face With a red veil Her body clad In yards of Saree.."

A heart-felt poem of lost love. A heart-felt poem of lost love.

No hand to hold, No shoulder to console, No one was there even to fight. No hand to hold, No shoulder to console, No one was there even to fight.

Clouds fill what seems to be, - an empty room Clouds fill what seems to be, - an empty room

I'll show you a rainbow through the arc of my soul I'll show you a rainbow through the arc of my soul

And a toast as a recipe for painful memories. And a toast as a recipe for painful memories.