We just cremated one of our destitute elderly! Gazing at her made me think What were her last thoughts? No family around
She came to us from our lonely streets Did she wish to hear the voice of her son? Whom she always talked about! We could not help We never got to meet him!
We were there! Her substitute family She was cold, calm with a smile Her pyre lit, we left in the midst of smoke Hoping, with her calm smile she might inhale the smoke And with a smile, bid us farewell
