Oh you little girl
I have stopped loving you.
You are no more my pearl.
Waste not your time in the queue.
Find someone better than me
Compel yourself to love him.
I will be glad to see.
You will know, as I will beam.
Mention not to him you were once mine
Love him more than you loved me
Or else your bond will pine
As it happened with me.
Oh you little girl, bring not
On your face a fading rose
If you bring, be sure you will be caught.
But no one will poke their nose.
Look for your future
Still you are young
Fulfil your parents desire
And do not fetch cow dung.
Let me have my own way of life
Coerce me not to die with a knife.
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