I proposed to her.
She was too beautiful- an young army officer:
courageous like lioness.
She replied,
'I am a widow. My lord died in a blast.
I am here to fulfil his mission. I am a mother too'.
She showed me her husband's photo.
I enjoyed the beauty of hills and came back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can't interpret this poem but I feel your situation and the adverse situation of the widow....