The True Love (Poem)
O , my love with lovely face
Now , you shall not tarry,
I will love you more than this
If you ready to marry.
The lover spoke, with a thunderclap
Her father was this hearing,
Taking his gun he shot the man,
The girl went on screaming.
A crying daughter went to her father,
She tried to say him something,
But any angry father did not listen,
And went on her for slapping.
The girl said sorry to her angry father
And took his gun wailing,
She shot herself at lover's place,
Her father left to wailing.
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