In more symptom of love and womanhood,
With greatness of creation of life and orientation,
Binding with ever forbearance and symphony,
She only says, “I have no husband, I have no demand.”
Now a heavenly silence comes down in our talking,
The place on the earth seems taking a turn in Milky Way,
Around our existence in the centre of heart,
That creates to feel war, tears, and sublime.