Bedecked with all the jewels and flowers,
She came to the ghat at last...
Her face vermilion smeared,red,
As if the sun had set on her countenance...
The lonely cobalt ball of light,
Far away from the blackened sky,
Led her through the sooty water...
A chilly vacuum evades the space,
As Time dripped by through the fingers folded,
'Adieu!'-cried the pious and the plebeian,
I only tried to gulp down sadness
Through my narrow, singed throat...
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