She decides to Die
Under the sky;
For she feels worthless
As her life has turned into a mess.
But before Dying,
She is left with some crying.
She has to cry over her approaching Death,
When she will be short of breath.
She has to cry over failures in her life,
And also, that she couldn't be a good wife.
She has to cry over the memories of her Dead child,
And the way, they together smiled.
She has to cry over many such things;
As she plays with her apron strings-
She is not very old,
But is now feeling cold.
It seems as if Death has come-
And a Corpse she has become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem