Sati BY JOSMIN
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Nor a virgin Neither married- My all claims To matrimony Devoured By the very same Sacrimonial fire Which blessed My union. Leached My grief All colour From life And clothes At the loss Of a friend-or foe? I was only Coming to know. His tastes-easy to please. His family Not so. Always less. Always more. Never enough. What was i then?