My moribund Hajurama

With all the treatment done, with all the professsionals consulted and with all the rays of hope opaqued, my dear Hajurama lays moribund in her deathbed. Now she wont nag over clothes we cover her up, she wont nag over food that we give her, she wont complain the chill in her room. She seems to have lost all her worldly pleasures and dreads. Now she has no friends and no foes left. She is about to begin her infinite journey and we can just pray that its oneset be as free of pain as possible. I shall miss u hajurama for ever.