It creates a void
Which cannot be filled with
Golden bricks or silver cement.
It creates a memory
Which cannot be replaced with
Diamond jewels and purest gems.
It creates a song,
Which cannot be heard with
Magical string and ornated flute.
But it is a replica,
Of your life
Where you poured your dreams!
It is the medal
Which ornate your grave,
With the tears of your dear ones.