You adopted my home as yours.
I deserted your home forever.
You cooked for me and served
me.
You mothered my children.
You served as a waiter for
me.
You wore gold and silks for
me.
I own all that is yours.
You own all as mine.
No traces will have survived
in your
name.
Everything stays as my
legacy.
Yes, wife is a martyr of the
adopted home.
04.09.2002

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