When he knocked the door,
She was chopping vegetables;
And planning to mop the floor,
And not even cleaned the table.
When he asked her to join,
She never got the moment to think;
And left the house in ruin,
And the eyes never got a second to blink.
No more will she wait for calling bells
And none can complain her makings more
And she left without packings too
So her morning bell is unheard too.
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