'My bad moods and friends
I was painful ever
My vices and flirts
I kept you in despair
I never disclosed my wage
Wanted you to be in a cage
I kept our children in provocation
Only to be against you in aggression
I guarded myself very well
I ransomed people very well
Hoping heaven would ring me her bell
But only to put me in hell
You never besieged! nor revolted
I killed you cell by cell tortured
I am pauper and without people
My life now is like a fallen steeple'
Were the words of a cruel husband
Knelt before his wife's snapshot framed
The dead did answer 'reaping your crops'
Toneless words preached the 'silent prophetess'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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