Friday, May 29, 2009

SATI

Is there any custom so nutty
As that of widow sati,
Which ended a widow's life?
I guess the status of a wife
Was about like that of putty.

Whether he was working or retired,
When an Indian man expired
It was his widow's duty,
Be she homely or a beauty,
To jump on his cremation pyre.

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