The hands that groomed me, the eyes that loved me, the ears that listened to me, are no more.
The fountain of love, the epitome of sacrifice, the perennial stream of wisdom, is no more.
The beautiful tree Under who's shadow I played and smiled, grew and developed and led a life free of care Is no more there.
No more is the man who manned and schooled me and made me what I am.
No more is the window through which l looked out.
No more is the giant patriarch who lived his whole life for me and only me.
I am all alone in a sparkling whirl pool, the sea is boisterous getting violent and virulent and more and more turbulent.
The able navigator is no more who will bring me ashore.