I Am The Dead Wife Speaking, Where Are You, My Love? / The Dead Beloved’s Voice Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

“How are you, my love?
I am your dead wife speaking.
How are you, my love?
How are you? , ”
Said she slowly.

On hearing the sad and lost voice
Of the dead wife,
The husband, in tears, weeping
And wiping it himself.

He going on the way and thinking,
Why did he finish her,
As for an extra-marital affair,
Why did, did he finally?

Now the second wife likes it not to work,
The motherless boy and the girl
Do it all household works,
Lying clumsy and dirty.

“Just for your second love,
You killed, killed me, my husband,
Just for your human greed and hunger for this body of flesh,
Couldn’t you guess it
That I too a man, a poor soul lodged in the body, my love? ”

Lo, I have turned, turned into a sinner,
Have turned into a sinner, my God,
My God, what shall I do now,
A murderer have I become
After eliminating my wife for my extra lust.

O God, punish me, punish me,
Punish me,
O God, give me Your wisdom,
Now what to do with,
How to cleanse the blood from my hands!

How to cleanse, how to cleanse the blood,
The blood of my hands,
A sinner, a sinner have I turned into
By eliminating my lovely wife
At the provocation of others!

Who, who, the dead beloved,
The dead beloved speaking,
Forgive me, forgive, my lassie,
Forgive me, my love,
I could not understand it, got swayed in emotions.

Part II
Weep not, weep not, my love,
I still love you,
I shall always be with you
Wherever remember you,
I shall always be with you.

You just call, call me
And I shall come,
Hearing your call,
Whenever call you,
My love.

But before doing anything,
Take to your heart,
What it says,
What it advises, counsels it,
Go by not others.

My love, I loved you so much
More than my life,
But you could not me,
Could believe me,
Take me in your confidence.

Now after my death,
You are calling,
But how to come to,
Had I been here, I would have
But am not.

You love me, love me, my soul,
I too will, as go about
Wailing with the wind
As for love and my children
Orphaned as for your foolishness.


Leave it, leave it, weep not,
Weep not, my love,
Repent, repent not for
What it has already taken place,
Happened.

Things not in your hand,
Nor in mine,
What it has
Happened,
Only pray for letting not happen it again.

Only pray for,
Letting not happen it again, my love,
Love is love,
Betray not anyone,
Cheat it not.

Had you beaten me,
Had you pushed or driven me out of doors
To be on the footpaths of life,
It would have been good,
But eliminate not anyone.

If can’t create, destroy not life,
If you can’t the beautiful things of the world,
Destroy them not,
Destroy them not at least,
Who are you to destroy them if you cannot, my love?

My love is mine, only mine,
It cannot be for others,
It had been, is still now,
Will be for ever,
Will not change it at all.

You may, but I shall not change,
I shall not change at all,
AI shall remain what I had been,
What I was in the past,
Will remain yours, only yours.

But my counsel to you,
Go not by others’ words,
Believe them not
As they keep breaking others
Rather than decorating.

My love, weep you not,
Love you yourself,
Love me if you can
And I shall be happy
If look you after my son and daughter.

Forget me not,
Forget not my poor kids,
Do remember me sometimes,
Do remember me
When in trouble and mental agony.

My love, I am your dead wife speaking,
How are, how are you,
How are you,
Have you forgotten me
On finding your new wife?

Have you, have you forgotten me, my love,
As people often do it
And this is the nature of man,
Are you too so,
Do you not have time to remember me?

Have I become so other manly,
Do you have not even time to see my photo
Garlanded in your room
But kept in hiding,
Do you not time to remember me?

I still love you, love, my love,
You may not, but I love you,
I love you still
And it’s the duty of every faithful wife,
You may be faithless and bent low wards
But why should I not hold it aloft?