By JH Sayyar
When twilight folds the sky in solemn grace,
And silence walks where her voice would ring,
I see her light in every dark shadowed place,
A nice soul departed, but yet still blossoming.
Her words, like petals, drift through memory’s air,
Each one a balm and a wisdom softly sown—
Ah! She lived with kindness rich and rare,
And carved her truth in hearts now left alone.
Though time may dim the glow of mortal frame,
But no dusk can touch the legacy she gave;
Her noble acts and her ever-gentle name,
Are stars that shine beyond the silent grave?
Dear Madam Farida, in our thoughts you stay
As a guiding light that will never fade away.