(09-08-1933-04-11-2026)

The queen of melodies now sits in silent grace,

As if the music of her soul has slipped from time and space.

The voice that held our hearts through joy and hidden pain,

That soothed our restless spirits—will it ever sing again?

Through every shade of life she wove her gentle art,

A note for every feeling, a rhythm for each heart.

Even in laughter, in mimicry and play,

Her voice was the magic none could take away.

Asha Tai, your leaving has left an aching void,

From childhood days to now, your songs we all enjoyed.

Your melodies sustained us, gave calm in every storm,

A timeless, tender presence—so human, yet so warm.

Now only echoes linger, soft upon the air,

A voice that time cannot erase, forever living there.

Immortal in our memories, in every note you gave,

A song that lives eternal, beyond the silent grave.

For parting is the truth each living soul must face,

One by one we fade away in life’s unending race.

But wherever you may wander, may your spirit always sing,

In a world of endless music, crowned forever as its queen.

~ Dawn