Mr.Ill-Fated Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Mr.Ill-Fated



He had everything,
But now things slipping out of hands
In the absence of homemakers and maintenance.

See you, he has money,
But there is none to give food in the house
As for the wife is not,
The son too a drunkard.

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