In the hush of night, a star did fade,
A soul that soared, in music's shade.
Mohbad's name, in whispers told,
A tale of talent, now grown cold.

Mysteries shroud that fateful day,
When life's path took a sudden sway,
A rising star, a bright young flame,
Snuffed out too soon, we mourn his name.

In melodies and rhymes, he found his way,
His lyrics painted nights and days,
Yet, in the depths of music's song,
His journey ceased, his life too long.

But in his songs, he still resides,
A voice that in our hearts abides,
A legacy of music's grace,
In every note, in every trace.

Though questions linger, shadows cast,
His memory in our hearts will last,
In every beat, in every rhyme,
Mohbad lives on, through endless time.

So let us cherish the music he made,
The artistry of his life displayed,
And as we mourn this tragic parting,
May his soul find peace, never departing.