A window to look widow!
A window to look widow!
When I will be on the bed of death,
Please, don’t let my wife to wear white saree.
When I will have gone,
Please, don’t let her run.
When I will have died,
Please, don’t let her die.
When I will have stopped the travel,
Please, don’t let her stop the journey.
When I will have missed you,
Please, don’t let her miss you.
When I will have no shadow,
Please, don’t let her to be a widow.
Please, everybody have a look through this window!
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