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There are no words I have for this poem..only feelings!
A Proud Wife
Longing I was from Years,
As what’s life without pears ?
Decoration was all done,
Awaiting I was for fun.
Ready was his favourite sweet,
Amazed I was to give any tweet.
....At door step I stood,
After preparing all the food.
Suddenly home came the news,
Your husband got deaths infuse.
Martyr he turned,
In Indian Army- burned.
He died for a noble cause,
But
priceless was his loss.
So, Saluting to the sky...
I left aside sorrow’s knife,
And stood as a Proud wife..PROUD WIFE.
-----Janvi sonaiya..
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