With all pomp and pride
she got married with herself
Oneday she lifted her
among the richest people.
Oneday she slipped into
black water of minor sin.
Hi dear poet, pick up your
miracle pen
to paint my defeat
You will only see fire
at the horizon full of dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
people marry for different reasons.Ershad you have so poignantly captured the plight of one who feels used and defeated..brilliant