Oh ! you were not that old ,
Deep inside , a mighty gold
When you were near ,it never felt
We never had such a sorrow to be dealt ,
Heart screams with a whisper of mourn,
Oh dear , how ? you were The Queen of this Throne !
Thousands around still silence of despair ,
Only rustling of dried leaves to hear ,
One day we will meet in the highest of heaven,
You are now eternal,this world is a recession
