No, not your wealth, O dear!
I crave for something else
Not the beauty of your home
You fulfilling every demand
Giving everything I desire for
I die for something not here
Which your wealth can’t give
Not your promises support
I want that place in your heart
Which pertains after death
Woman wants whole position
Hate to share it with anyone
Even the word about the other
Which digs a hole in her trust
For men, it’s only other woman
For woman, there’s one man
The only man she feels proud
For whom she loves to die for
A woman’s heart is like a glass
Once broken, can be attached
But the mark on heart remains
Being a wife, I ask for my rights
The sole control of your heart
The most precious gift from you
A wife demands from her mouth
Can’t you be only and only mine?
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