By JH Sayyar
O gentle soul, now passed beyond our sight,
Thy voice, once warm, is silent in the breeze;
Yet still thy name glows softly in the night,
A star among the dark and trembling trees
The hours you graced were stitched with grace,
A quiet strength within your gentle gaze;
Though time stills the laughter on your face,
Your memory sets the heart and mind ablaze.
Death came, but could not take what love has sown,
Nor dim the truths you etched in hearts so dear.
Though grave and soil may claim your throne,
Your soul walks on — in light, untouched by fear.
So sleep, sweet Humera, in the hush of skies;
In every tear, your gentle spirit softly flies.
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