The wind is whispering breeze
The twelth night moon is veiled by clouds.
The memories of yours, us haunting me
It is happening for last few days, few nights.
Rupai, you are sleeping now I know well
Head on your husband’s chest,
Arms around his neck.
I know you are throbbing with new life.
It’s being long I have seen your round pretty face
I feel I’ll look into those dark blue black eyes
Before I breath last…period…halt…