I was sitting on the floor,
I can see his parents crying,
I watched those sympathetic looks towards me, a lot of them.

They say, poor girl,
Got widowed at this age,
She is too young,
Theirs was a love marriage!

I closed my eyes,
Suffering from migraine
Splitting my skull,
My cheeks tasted salty,
My tears had dried up.

The flowers decorated his coffin
yesterday lies lifeless on the floor,
They are also weak and crumpled,
just like me, sitting silently there.

They asked me to cry and
let go off my suffering,
I was sitting there quietly,
when they brought him home,
for one last time.

My eyes were burning,
I lost my appetite,
I was not feeling anything,
I was indifferent to everything around me.

Some hugged me, Some shook my shoulder, trying to get those salty drops out of my eyes,
I know I lost them much before.

Then I heard a familiar voice,
He was standing right in front of me,
That shy smile, which gave me...