A mouthful of words cannot console the. void left by a loved one..
It can neither be filled my a million other persons...
They can only be mere images of the fallen ones...
If only we knew how soon we are to lose loved ones, we would try as much as possible to have the most blissful moments with them as the days draw nigh....
But that's life, with all the irony and mystery...
Everyone has lost before so
my profoundly unfathomable condolences to you...
May the God, the ancient of days, console you and as much as possible give you lucidness of heart...
May his/her soul rest in divine placid...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your lines are truly consoling....we really need to make people know how much they mean to us, if possible hourly.