Remembering Ancestors

Pitru Paksha is not a farewell
But a sacred time to remember
And thank our beloved ancestors

Bless us forever from near or far

With folded hands, we bow humbly
To departed ancestors who lit our way
We simply honor each beloved name

Through tarpan, prayer, and pindadan

Let their blessings flow like a gentle rain
In times of joys, sorrows, and every pain
During Pitru Paksha, our hearts recall
The love and strength that guide us all

In silence deep, the lamps we light
For souls that shine in heaven’s sight
They walked before us, paved the way
Their wisdom guides and leads us in life

We share pure water and fresh food
We offer love through humble prayers
In our every breath, their spirit stays
A bond unbroken through life’s flow

                                        --Geethanjali

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