Widow (poem)

WIDOW


I heard her voice,
Before her marriage;
Everything goes wrong,
After her marriage.

She hoped to be good,
But hopes, failed to be wrong;
She lost her glee,
Mourning only free:

Hidden in the cage,
Hidden in the white saree.
Hidden with torment;
Hidden with shame

Her life is full of dusky,
In the ecstatic world.

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