On the day he said goodbye
to his friends like passer-by,
I was there with shaken heart -
for the way my friends depart…
So I had to fax his site -
to prepare for burial rite…
Then we called for Arik plane
on a night of heavy rain…
Monks appeared with chanting verse.
And they burnt my friend to ash…
And they asked for charities
to appease the deities…
For my friend to sleep in peace
with his Lord and feel His breeze…
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