It’s been long, we’re no more strong
‘Cause you’re gone, our hearts are worn
Dada, we still cry, our eyes never dry
This our loss, is so painful a cross.

Bhabi still bakes, your favourite cakes
Prishu still waits, for you at gates
Life can’t retreat, but we repeat
We wait your greeting, at heaven’s meeting.

[Feelings of a girl after the death of her Dada (brother). Bhabi means sister in law and Prishu is her niece.]