I hail thee, oh epitome of womanhood,
You of unbreakable spirit,
As you carry God ordained earthly duty-
Without a murmer or hint of complaint.
Speck less solitary souls,
Contented with their two some solitude,
Oblivious of surrounding humanity,
One mind, one heart, common doubts,
Fate dealt him a blow,
Too strong for his
Implication only bearer
My brother, My friend
Days have come and gone as they always do,
Brotherly tears still well in my eyes,
The emotional wound is stubborn and painful,
Like hunters driving deer towards a cliff,
Brahimins brandishing their filed swords,
kashtriyas sang in unison.
And the first cock crowed.