I remember the pretty damsel, amidst the choir a colorful display.
The music, the drum, the tambourine and the songs flows through her.
A whistle blower, the epicenter of rhythm, an epitome of beauty.

I remember I’m seen her for the first time and the last.
I remember it was her sent forth day, after a diploma course.
I remember she was highly praise by the vicar of her great work.
I remember how sad I was when I know she is leaving the city.

I remember when the vicar called all mother to pray for her
I remember they wish her long life, good husband and good job
I remember they wish her safe journey.

I remember I couldn’t believe she was no more after 2 days
I remember her life was like a mirage
I couldn’t have a chance to say a word to her.
I remember we are dust going back to dust.

I remember the whistle blower.