Such Soul

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“I do not want to die” she held my hand firmly I could see pain in her eyes strongly She was frightened with fear of departure Death for her was not very far I could hardly stop the tears Her words were knocking in ears “When will you come”? She may ask often I will smilingly look back and shake hand even Such were the happy days Children were making it hay days We wee a happy family and union She was my best and reliable companion She stood like firm rock Always happy and cutting jokes She will never offend but submit To whatever proposal I felt fit Such soul was in pain today She had hidden desire on the way She wanted more time with family But alas! It was not agreed to by almighty Her words pierced through I was out of sense and felt enough She will be on the way to freedom I shall be crying here for her seat in heaven I feel no other go It will be terrific blow To me in person and to family in particular The lose may be felt by all similarly

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