A Pilgrimage

With flowers or thorn or pain "Nay, I cannot say, towards that place solemn That our feet trod upon and seemed Like no other ground of this earth upon we ever walked She, with a cup of bliss on her lips Wandered out into the darkness in search of peace And we, with an ocean of tears in our eyes wandered out in solemn night Into that holy funeral home with her mortal remains to explore the truth Reaching where upon prayed for her soul be laid to rest And earnestly did our heart beseech guidance at this hour august Below rose of smile was falling Above tears were streaming down his face with the sun setting The most invincible and lovable of all things He thought would now buckle down to dusts Before him now was a gloomy world Streaming with no sunshine, lively with quietude Above rays of LED, to right, to left and down the ground Were streaming down faces solemn and cold And it was moon soft, fair and still Lighting up his shadowy eyes in dole Looking at her calm and kind face Fresh and beautiful still in silence Caressing her cheeks and closed eyes convulsively And sobbing and shedding tears in between not inconspicuously Beside that sovereign and eternal ground of hers Wherein awaiting us all soon or latter a pilgrimage sublime and timeless O distant world, so near and so far Seeing his tears, not silent were stars in their peaceful splendor They were twinkling Yet looked mystical, pale and withering For night seemed to have been consumed by us in full And what remained was the twilight that would bring a day mournful Softly trees here around were rustling And we looked up and saw songster with carol ready to bring in day king We were now left alone and night, Moon and stars did endure but for a moment And vanished where we couldn't follow For the truth is a mystery and always lives through Beyond the twilight and the dawn Deep in the hidden glory of heaven O day, O sun, O moon say not She is no more in our sight For my friend shall be left alone A child of dear mother now forever forsaken