I Weep For You, My Love (I Your Dead Wife) / The Voice Of The Dead Beloved Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Just, just for her, for your extra-marital love,
You eliminated me, eliminated me, my love,
Just, just for her, my love

When met you for the first time, said you,
I shall not, shall not forget you,
But forgot you,
Said you at your first meeting, I love you, love you,
But loved you not

Loved and cheated me,
Loved and betrayed me,
But say you,
What wrong did I do to you

And had I been, I would have at least seen
Your children,
I mean, my own,
Who now into the hands of the rival wife,
I mean, the step mother

You just say it, say it, my love,
How to support myself,
How to console the wailing part,
How to do it myself

How broken and morose stand I,
How lonely and disconsolate,
How dejected and despaired,
How tearful

Just for her, you left and deserted me,
Just for her,
Leaving with my poor and holpeless destiny,
Leaving me to my destitute

My tears, you could not wipe out
Though had promised,
Now everything into the hands of God,
What in mine?