On days when I hear the unfortunate news of someone close passing away.
I feel a sharp pain, a stab on my chest
Sometimes I cry out loud.
Sometimes I hide and i don't wanna be found.
Helpless tears and weeps crowd my face,
Saddens my mind.
And questions they hover,
The closer they were.Why? and How?
What-ifs and what-nots?

On the day after or maybe the day after that of someone close passing away,
I sit near my favourite...