|Flowers made by you, don't have any fragrance,
Your colorful flowers never wither,
But seize thousands of hearts,
With its mesmerizing structure of art...
You are the gift from the heaven for arts,
Your beautiful hands created more wonders,
You engraved us into a sculpture..
Your okra fingers bewitched our souls...
You sowed the seeds but we reaped,
Your wonder guidance molded our hands,
You turned our scribbling to paintings,
You treated our eyes with brilliant piece of arts;
You efforts showcased in our home,
Your soothing voice heard in every arts,
Painting in my wall mumbles your name,
Fingers embraces the pencil to create a
You became a wilted flower, though helped us to bloom
Your hands crafted until your last breath,
Our hands will speak thy name with our crafts,
We mourn with tears with the pain in our hearts.