The shehnai weeps, a song unheard,
A soul departs, a distant word,
So far it goes, beyond the veil,
A whispered journey, a fading trail.
Where each had stood, the world stood still,
As time itself began to chill,
Each heart suspended, breath held fast,
A moment frozen, meant to last.
The shehnai weeps, a mournful plea,
A soul departs, eternally,
So far it goes, the final flight,
Into the endless, starless night.
The lamps once lit, with fervent grace,
Will never fade, within this space,
Their embers glow, a timeless fire,
Burning with hope, and deep desire.
The shehnai weeps, a sorrow's art,
A soul departs, to tear apart,
So far it goes, beyond the shore,
Never to return, to knock the door.
The shehnai weeps, its plaintive sound,
A soul departs, unbound, unbound,
So far it goes, to realms unknown,
The seed is sown, the spirit flown.
A soul departs, so far, so wide,
The shehnai weeps, where dreams reside.
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