The Astrologer Said He When, You Will Get A Beautiful Wife, The Client Smiled He Shyly Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Astrologer Said He When, You Will Get A Beautiful Wife, The Client Smiled He Shyly



Beware of friends,
Fire and water
Which leave it not anyone,
False friends and bad company
Which will spoil you,
You earn
But money drains it out
As are a spendthrift
Not hand-fisted,
But the good thing is this
That a good wife lies in wait
And with her steps
The fate will turn a bit
Bringing in good hope and peace.

Friday, February 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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