Vikram Vetaal Chapter 8 (English)

In ancient lands where wisdom blooms,
A healer's hands both cure and doom.
His heart entwined in love and loss,
A life's work shadowed by a cross.

Beneath the boughs of fate's cruel test,
A wife and child lay down to rest.
Their whispers fade in silent plea,
A bond of pain and mystery.

In twilight's mournful, gentle sway,
A truth revealed at end of day.
No guilt to hold, no blame to cast,
Just echoes of a heartfelt past.