I married her, a widow with a child,
From the crush on her, valued by pity.
I conducted her to her contentment
And brought up the girl as if my daughter.
She made a cleavage between her and me
When her daughter has grown into woman.
With no child of mine, as preceded by her,
I felt I went childless and pairless too.
Indian mindset is unfit for marriage
Of women or men having their children.
09.08.2017
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