As the heart stops beating, memories flash before my eyes—The good, easy days, filled with joy and laughter,And the days of struggle, driven by passion and pain,Where every step felt heavy, yet nothing was in vain. The eyes open slightly one last time,The light seems softer, and the shadows fade,As a visitor approaches, quiet and sublime,Draped in black, yet shining so bright. “Stranger, who might … Continue reading Mṛtyu-Rāgaḥ