Shraddha Days
S Savita Tyagi
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Cloudy skies welcome the fall
In my dreams I visit abode of death.
A loving hand, a healing touch
Extends to wipe the sufferings.
The beloved departed souls
Bless us from a distance.
The ever present emotional connection
Blooms in various hues on Shraddha days.
9.21.2019
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