She smiled for the first time in her life
at the age of fiftyfive.
Married to a retired postmaster
still he was a bachelor.
On their wedding day not a single relative from both sides
The honeymoon was in a train
they were going to a distant town
on the way he got a heart attack.
Still she is a virgin
and a widow too.
counting her gray hair
and the destiny she leads is not fair.
nimal dunuhinga
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