The parting of the partner.
I lost my dear wife at a tender age.
I collected addresses for funeral.
I conducted the cremation
I went to my village to be called on.
I made over things held by her.
I had been too busy to weep.
27.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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