No one shall remember me after my death.
None shall give me a wreath.
No epitaph be written in my memory.
As I produced nothing bright and glory.
Me neither a hero nor a writer.
My name is not engraved with the GREAT WOMEN’S LIST.
Mother shall weep for a few days.
“A woman were”. my religious would say.
Quick they forget, for good, my heirs-
Used to divide themselves their shares.
I, like those common remain unknown;
As I came silent, so silent gone!! …