[Thi khabar garam
ki ghalib ke udenge purje
Dekhne toh hum bhi gaye the magar tamasha na hua]
Kankhowa
died, a word spread over the village.
Immediately
I prayed to the unseen one.
I
came out for the funeral.
I
took some incense sticks and fragrant flowers with me.
All
the relatives came.
Jati banh,
the bamboos were being cut.
Lament
was there all over the courtyard.
Everybody
came. No one was left to came.
Since
everyone came to the funeral;
buying a white cloth Kankhowa came as
well.
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