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The earth has eaten greedily,

Two corpses lying alongside,

The moment the footsteps have died away,

The souls have returned like a resonance to each body.

What is your name?

Asks one,

I can scarcely reminisce if truth be told,

Retorted the questioner, “What a shame!”

What about you?

Let me know of your tale,

    If you do not mind,

Your remarks I anticipate would be true.

Alas! I endeavoured my best but could not flee,

 I was burnt alive at the end of the day,

 By my companion who was and still is a hyena,

 Gifted me a hell making me suffer for dowry. 

O my God! How vicious!

Well, quite sure I am that he will tie the knot,

Yet again in a little while,

And the gluttony for dowry SHALL be continuous.