Elegy for Shalvin Khisa🥲

Dear Shalvin,

In dawn’s delicate cradle, you once bloomed,

Soft petals of obedience, kissed by the gentle sun,

A melody whispered from hearts to heavens,

You smiled — an enchanting hymn, a tender balm,

Now silence threads through the weft of our song,

An ache too young to have borne its sorrow.

Shalvin, you walked among verses, stitching stories of light,

Eyes alight with hope, tracing lines of wonder,

Each word you spoke, a feathered stroke on time's canvas,

Yet time betrayed us, tore your script too soon —

The ink still glistening, the pages still turning,

Yet here we stand, where the story’s breath falters.

Choral notes hang — heavy, unfinished chords,

Your voice, once bright, now haunts the hollow air,

We search for echoes among the memories,

But echoes flee where only shadows dance,

The choir stands, shivering in an empty dawn,

Yearning for warmth only your smile could bring.

You, who wore grace as twilight wears its hues,

Left fingerprints upon our fragile hearts,

Not of weight, but of a gentle presence,

How the sun adored your quiet obedience!

And now the clouds kneel, heavy with grief,

Shedding tears where once your laughter bloomed.

Oh, Shalvin! Your name, a bell still tolling,

Soft notes in the chambers of our breaking souls,

Though earth grips you in its cold embrace,

Our hearts will light lanterns against the dark,

Casting shadows of your smile — that charm, that grace,

Holding you here, in the quiet folds of forever.

May the heavens carve for you a song of peace,

Beyond the ache of mortal melodies,

Where stars thread your path in silver syllables,

And angels listen to the hymn of your heart —

Rest now, sweet girl, beneath eternity's sky,

For you are not gone, just tenderly transformed.

©Bunguswa™