On A Hill Of The Town Riverdale There Lived A Forlorn Male. Poem by Lajpat Chawla

On a hill of the town Riverdale,
There lived a forlorn male.
In a house made of wood and nail,
With four girls he loved regale.
With his wife no more to work,
He worked like a bull, did not shirk
Even though he would often ail.
On a hill of the town Riverdale,
There lived a forlorn male.
As times passed the girls grew,
Like the wines of different brew.
Three married boys hearty and hale.
On a hill of the town Riverdale,
There lived a forlorn male.
The fourth declined groom's call
She was the youngest of them all.
A pious nun, not a simple female
On a hill of the town Riverdale,
There lived a forlorn male.
She wept for the sick and old,
Often pawned her mama's gold.
The God one night met her and told,
He would like to stay at Riverdale.
On a hill of the town Riverdale
There lived a forlorn male.
So came the church with smiling God
The folks climbed the terrain hard.
By the name Angel the girl was called,
Pop was named the graying male.
On a hill of the town Riverdale,
There lived a forlorn male.
The hill is now called the hill of tombs,
After attack by the enemy bombs.
The Angel and Pop lie in the church.
The story may be old but is not stale.
On a hill of the town Riverdale,
There lived a forlorn male.