I was bewildered
Witnessing a sudden death,
Henna was painted
On the hands of a newlywed!
The bride marked happily
A black tip on the forehead
Who knew it'd be the sign
Mourning life-lamp on the street!
Gifted a peaceful land as fringe
Spreading by the Motherland
Twisted in that Hem of Sari
A bride lost her husband!
I wondered if I was there
In the death procession?
It seemed as if
I was on the stream!
Is that fate(!) On the way
Life is being defeated?
Even more the Severe tunes
The screaming of the survivors!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem