He was my wife's relative
Died yesterday
In a road accident.
I just came from his funeral …
Where his wife became a widow.
She broke bangles, removed sindur
At the bank of Yamuna river
It's the rule of Hindu religion
She is now of twenty five
And enjoyed married life
only eighteen months.
I surprise
On the role of creator.
He is the owner of
Never ending time
Takes thousand years for
Changing the colour Of a flower,
But sometime does not spare
Few moments for blooming a flower
Completely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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