A Call On that Sunday morning, When the world laughs with their leisure activities You too have received that call From afar Distant Home, On that morning Just before breakfast was served Your phone beeps And you have received that call From an unknown number You have heard a Familiar voice Quite and Quavering You got a News The news that nails our heart And that call All of a sudden, ripped us apart all at once, Dark and Gloomy The world began to fall and fade away We were left dumb and numb And you have received that call That we Exilic brothers were born to bear That call which we don’t want to receive And You have picked it, And You bowed down to a table Black and blind, numb and dumb You left dead in despair You have received that call That,,, that,,,,, call Which I don’t want to receive That,,, that,,,, call You have picked and heard “Your Mother Passed Away” By: Sonsnow
” A Call”
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I was with my mother when she died. One knows it is coming. One is never ready.
True Sasha, I am with you.
One is never ready. We grieve forever.
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Thank You for the share!🙏
A very sad call to receive … 🙏
Yes, the undeniable fact we exilic brothers and sisters have to face, unfortunately.
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So sorry to hear. So beautifully expressed.
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Very touching…
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This is a very powerful poem Sonam. Thank you.
Thank You for going through it.
I cried at your poem and video 💔
Thank You for stopping by and taking your precious time to read and listen it.