My one more sorrow

Grave is the place; we can relate
Noddingly, we accept the fate

There was my own innocent girl
She was looking like a shiny pearl

She was waking up her dead mother
And, I was crying at corner with other

In her grave, when I put a pen
I saw my gift that was golden chain

I can feel that loveliest days' structure
Whenever I see my dead wife's picture

I have now just one more fear
My daughter shouldn't see my tear

"We are there with you", people say
But no on comes to us till last day