Hidimba-The forest maiden

12

'Good bye Bheema' I was pregnant but I never told him that. He would leave me anyways. My husband could not gather any moss. I could not let him gather any moss,

Little do you know how I was breaking while you went away

Little do you I am still haunted by your memories

I am held captive by your memories

I will forget you but forgiving is a harder task

I am hurt with thorns of our love

I am drowning in the ocean of grief

I am trying to be happy piece by piece

I 'll wait, I'll wait till the end