You have become extremely weak, very lean and thin
It seems your skeleton wrapped with only the skin
Your face vividly patched with more than the excessive old age
A few months earlier, which was of young glamour and glaze
Now it is pathetic to feel grief to describe your appearance
Shocked to see you as if an uncared-for woman of no attendance
I break down in my unsound health condition in profound grief
Being isolated and lonely in the house, I find no hope, no relief
Why a long-term so gruesome, a cruel some, the Destiny's game
My sweetheart suffers the worst; When I cannot manage my own, a lame
I'm always praying to God to relieve me from this painful life
And take to the ever peaceful ultimate destination along my wife.
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