Yet Unsolved Riddle Poem by Kasturi Sinha

Yesterday I saw him
At a dirty tea stall
Cursing his spiteful life
Today I am seeing him
Lying on dirty stretcher
Begging and struggling
For his life
Bus stand hawker was he
Made a merge living
Lone supporter and bread winner
For two beautiful children
And small wife
Surrounding him they stand
Crying their heart out
Seeing their only protector
Pass away
But bound are their hands
And there is nothing they can do
Oh! God Oh! Devil relieve them
From this situation
Grant him to back his fleeing life
To save the vermilion of his wife