woman, by sushil bansal
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Here lies a poor woman,
who always was tired,
she lived in a place where
help was not hired,
her last words on the earth were,
Dear friends, I am going,
where washing,sweeping,sewing,ain!t done,
everything there is ,
exect to my wishes,
There they do not eat,
there is no washing of dishes......
Don`t mourn for me now,
Don~t mourn for me never.
for I am going to do nothing,
for ever for ever.
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Posted: 2010-08-03 11:14:12 UTC |
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2010-08-03 11:25:41 | sushil bansal |
this is reality of life! wonderful poem . GOD BLESS YOU. |