There is no sun in the east and
The day is not bright as the day passed
With full of pains and tiredness, I raised
There the clock on the wall has showed seven
Slight drizzles of the sky
Makes me to get fear on my father’s health
His age of seventyeight and his asthma
Threatens me that day will be the last day of his life
There is a mighty blow of thunder in the north sky
Makes an extreme fear and plucks his last breath
My lovely Dad! has turned as a body in his bed
With an overwhelming grief
I make arrangements to his last travel