Sati: Sati is described as a Hindu custom in India in which the widow was burnt to ashes on her dead husband's pyre.

I yelled and screamed
But nothing could be done,

She yelled and screamed,
But nobody listened.

We held on to each other
But we were pulled apart.

She turned to look at me for the last time,
And we broke apart.

She did not want to die...
She didn't want her life to end.

But she was helpless,
Cause her husband was dead.

She was my mother,
I watched her get burnt alive

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  1. RachitMay 29, 2011 at 9:17 AM

    true and interesting :)

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  2. Blasphemous AestheteMay 29, 2011 at 9:40 AM

    It is the pain of the children that no one else could ever understand, while their mothers had to burn, in the name of what? Penance?

    Nice post.


    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  3. Bella_182May 29, 2011 at 10:09 AM

    this is really deep and sad. But, I like it.

    Keep up the great work~
    You should even think about publishing a book of your stuff. I'd most deff buy it ^^

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  4. Carnett RoseMay 30, 2011 at 1:16 AM

    I believe you have already shown me this, right?

    You know what I always say: I like your writings. :D

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  5. KristenJune 1, 2011 at 1:14 AM

    @Philo: Aww: "> Thank you sweetie. ^^

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  6. JackJune 3, 2011 at 1:56 AM

    Juhi,

    Emotions at the time of this barbaric ritual brought out very forcefully.

    Take care

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  7. AnonymousAugust 24, 2011 at 8:40 AM

    Superbly written!
    Its got sadness, its got class.
    Beautiful indeed.

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