My sweetheart, an innocent and pious soul
Destined to perform the most pathetic roll
And is passing through the unbearable pain
Before finally, the Destiny drops down the curtain
Struggling and suffering for breath, feeling uneasiness
Vividly flashes out on her closed eyes and piteous face
When the whole body involuntarily and in between
Start shaking, making her beloved ones grieve in grim.
Though she is in the subconscious state, she could recognize
Her beloved son's address ‘maa'; tears outburst her eyes
She could not open her eyes or respond in any other way
An evil spirit keeps surrounds her, keeps all good souls at bay
I cry for my sweet heart day and night for continuous fight
Against the undefeated Yam Raj against his endless might
But we have found in the legendary Epics many events to depict
Yam Raj bowed down to the Honest Soul to consent to a defeat
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