I wrote a letter yesterday
To see how you have been...

I'm known as the one
with an ever-lasting smile...

Who would have thought
four years ago...

Roshan Hira (Jan 1, 1924-Feb 20, 2006)
A sister, a mother, a grandmother too...

In an unexpected place,
At an unexpected time...

The gift of life, or the crime of death
To be measured by one perpetual breath...

Our teachers have learned, therefore they teach,
They help us set goals, which we plan to reach...

Looking beyond the mountains,
You'll see a world of features...

Why in the world do people die?
Why do we see so many cry...

As we stand in Neptune shower,
The force upon us feels like a tower...

It seems as if everyday,
Changes life in a different way...

How do I know if it's an illusion,
this image I see before me...