Humming a tune on the way home,
I feel hit by a cupid of memories.
Memories of dear friends who lately
have disappeared at a wink of an eye.
A cupid is too sharp, leaving its venom
in my throat, going through my spine
and I stood there, thinking I was all gone.
Memories, yes, memories...
of my dear mentor Maquiso, who died
on coma after a fall from her bed,
of a dear listener and brother, Kamalesh,
who on his holiday had his heart attack,
a dear neighbor Harald, who
from his sleep, could not wake up.
Why are they gone?
I raise a seeming revolt.
Why I am left behind
to bear the sorrow