A Poor Divorcee Girl Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A Poor Divorcee Girl



A poor girl, a young girl,
Now say you, say you,
Where will she,
Where will she go,
Go, a simple girl,
You divorced her, divorced her,
Now you say, say it
Where will she,
Where will she go,
A divorcee woman
So helplessly poor,
A divorcee?

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