Saga of pain lies in the act of the reaper
In making our heart sour and bitter
When a widow who mothers a single lad,
At night, shown her son buried in sand
Her tender bird, she has always fed in cage
Thinking the lad would grace her old age
Her happiness and joy that make her sings
Ripped by death, while her heart stings.
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Saga of pain lies in the act of the reaper
In making our heart sour and bitter
When a widow who mothers a single lad,
At night, shown her son buried in sand
Her tender bird, she has always fed in cage
Thinking the lad would grace her old age
Her happiness and joy that make her sings
Ripped by death, while her heart stings.
......