Kadambaridevi, how desperate had you been,
How despondent and dejected,
Committed you suicide
At an early age of life,
Leaving Tagore remorseful and grieving,
Which but we do not know it,
What sort of relationship existed it,
But the friendly sister-in-law was you,
Almost of the same age,
Sharing with him
With an open heart!
Kadambaridevi, say you, what it pained your heart,
What was it that broke the heart of yours
And committed you
After jumping from the second floor
Of your house,
Kadambaridevi,
Your pains the world could not
Feel it then,
Not even now could we,
Kadambaridevi, your pains,
The pains of a womanly heart!
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