Widow

In life, woman should not be a widow
As no one is ready to stand in her shadow

It is hard to wipe a widow's wet eye
Society takes an objection till we die

The widow is always sad and she weeps
Thousands of sorrows in hart, she keeps

She remains under the four grey walls
And waits for the Dark Death's calls

To whom, she will show her nice glory?
Hence, she always ready to end her story.