#Her wails rent the air
*O God how unfair you are
to have snatched him from me
the only man that truly cared
never treated me badly.
Without him is a life to grieve
empty meaningless
take me too O God relieve
this pain of no redress!*
Shouldn't we bring a costly cot
of mahogany or such wood
asked the men what was her thought
about carrying her man so good.
Shouldn't the pyre be of sandalwood
the fuel a pure ghee
your husband ma'am was a man too good
to be burned ordinarily.
She paused a while frowning dark
a shadow passed her face
a hint of wince made its mark
a pall of uneasiness.
*He's gone to never return
the onus is now on me
to run the days with meager earn
and not spend wastefully.
ordinary wood would burn as good
kerosene would do well
prudence demands not one should
be lavish in funeral.*#
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
#Her wails rent the air
*O God how unfair you are
to have snatched him from me
the only man that truly cared
never treated me badly.
Without him is a life to grieve
empty meaningless
take me too O God relieve
this pain of no redress!*
Shouldn't we bring a costly cot
of mahogany or such wood
asked the men what was her thought
about carrying her man so good.
Shouldn't the pyre be of sandalwood
the fuel a pure ghee
your husband ma'am was a man too good
to be burned ordinarily.
She paused a while frowning dark
a shadow passed her face
a hint of wince made its mark
a pall of uneasiness.
*He's gone to never return
the onus is now on me
to run the days with meager earn
and not spend wastefully.
ordinary wood would burn as good
kerosene would do well
prudence demands not one should
be lavish in funeral.*#
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