On inheritance of a widow

Then you come

After he`s gone

In my sleep

In my dream

In my live

I have ignored the call

Of my kindred folk

Disengaged the tendons

With utmost abandon

That long chain of pain

That strangle my being

Inheritance

Inheritance!

No!

He`s my matrimony

Till infinity!



Then you come

After he`s gone

With cultures

With gestures

With pressures

Does that portend a curse

Or some false love?

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