Familial love.
Ties that bind...

Fan Pandit
Pray ladies do not be a flutter...

In other worlds and other times would
my heart sing a song of love...

So let me bid you one
last fond farewell...

A swift intake of air,
Then draws the willing blade...

Full of fun you filled our lives
And those around with love and joy...

I sit within this cold and crowded place
and wonder how it came to be...

Swirls and whorls of paths
my fingers trace along the well...

An ember,
Kindled gently...

Between the darkness and the light
when restless thoughts run through your head...

Sinking in this self made mire
of vaporous dreams...

Tucked beyond the back,
Unacknowledged and forgot...