- This sorrow poem describes a oldest woman whose home collapse in the rain. Which is a sorrow across the universe.
Life robbed me
The moon of my heart was eaten by death,
Mournful days have eaten the sun of my home.
The rain also ate my living room,
Now all the conflicts of life are over,
Now I have nothing left,
Still this time has to kill my life,
That’s why I am now standing with my hands in front of him that he will take my life,
Bad times do not spare anyone or anyone’s things at any cost,
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