Misna pens and dedicates a poem, in memory of her uncle Th. Pawlen Singh, exclusively for Different Truths.
You have crossed the paths Beyond our mind could think How it looks like! But if I must talk about imagination, I would like to say – I imagine It must be filled with light, Carpeted with petals of roses, With not a single thorn! It must be scented too And it must be a perfumed path By lavender and sandalwood, That’s what I imagine And that soothes the mind for a while, Thinking you must be walking on that path Leaving behind every cloak, Every part of pain or trouble thoughts And memories of the Earth! Then, I hope our despair And feeling of loss Won’t hinder your path For I never want you to face any trouble In your new journey, Not even a slight pain That only distant memory could give sometimes! For I wanted you to become a beam That can penetrate the windowpane of Earthly love and terrestrial desires, To reach and find solace In the heavenly garden of eternal peace!
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