Death Can Help Him Poem by vijay gupta

Death can help him
A bearded man was sitting in the corner of a barroom.
He was sipping beer & was thinking deep.
He was cheerless & the glimpse of autumn was clear on his face.
I was hardly able to recognize him.
He was looking fifty years old in the age of thirty-five.
I was shocked very much to see him.
After hello, I asked where about?
Tears came at once in his eyes.
Later he explained that he had lost his love.
OH! Sorrow full?
Again, tears came & fell on the table.
He was weeping at that time.
What happened with you?
Some misunderstanding occurs between us.
May I help you?
Nothing
Because she is no more in this world.
Oh! Sad news
Now I am alive in this world only for repentance.
In really he was very much in grief & sorrow.
His tears, hair, & face were giving evidence of his miseries.
Now no body can help him except god or death.