Painful Minds of a Wife and a Son

She weeps while touching the books,
those my father used to read carefully everyday,
this is so painful to think and also to say,
Oh God ! How can I stop her tears, tell me the way.
Because,
A son may be a son, may be an advisor or may be a friend,
But,
A son can never be the substitute of her sweetheart husband.

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She weeps while watching the blank chair,
on which my father used to sit for taking dinner everyday,
this is so sorrowful to realize and also to say,
Oh God ! How can I stop her tears, tell me the way.
Because,
A son may be a son, may be an advisor or may be a friend,
But,
A son can never be the substitute of her sweetheart husband.

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She weeps while touching the suits and shirts,
those my father used to wear comfortably everyday,
this is so doleful to feel and also to say,
Oh God ! How can I stop her tears, tell me the way.
Because,
A son may be a son, may be an advisor or may be a friend,
But,
A son can never be the substitute of her sweetheart husband.

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She weeps while sitting on the bed,
on which my father used to sleep everyday,
this is so painful to think and also to say,
Oh God ! How can I stop her tears, tell me the way.
Because,
A son may be a son, may be an advisor or may be a friend,
But,
A son can never be the substitute of her sweetheart husband.

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She weeps while seeing the wrist-watch,
which my father used to see for checking the time everyday,
this is so sorrowful to realize and also to say,
Oh God ! How can I stop her tears, tell me the way.
Because,
A son may be a son, may be an advisor or may be a friend,
But,
A son can never be the substitute of her sweetheart husband.

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She weeps while touching the mobile phone,
by which my father used to talk and listen everyday,
this is so doleful to feel and also to say,
Oh God ! How can I stop her tears, tell me the way.
Because,
A son may be a son, may be an advisor or may be a friend,
But,
A son can never be the substitute of her sweetheart husband.

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She weeps while seeing the cup and dish,
by which my father used to drink tea everyday,
this is so painful to think and also to say,
Oh God ! How can I stop her tears, tell me the way.
Because,
A son may be a son, may be an advisor or may be a friend,
But,
A son can never be the substitute of her sweetheart husband.

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She weeps while watching the framed photograph of my father,
which my father saw in this condition never any day,
did you feel how much this poem was painful to write and to say ?
Oh God ! How can I stop her tears, tell me the way.
Because,
A son may be a son, may be an advisor or may be a friend,
But,
A son can never be the substitute of her sweetheart husband.

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