In foreign lands where kinships dwell, I journeyed far my heart to quell, Amongst their laughter, warm embrace, A fever followed, left its trace. With heavy heart and guilt profound, I watched as one, dear kin unbound, To illness deep that clutched the lung, A song of sorrow left unsung. I longed to weave time's fragile thread, To take the burden from their bed, Yet shadows cast could not reverse, The silent grip of fate's harsh curse. Ashamed, I yearn for distant shore, Where guilt may weigh my heart no more, But here remains the final plea, For health, for peace, for memory.