A Hard Decision
Ten, ‘o clock, somebody knocked at the door.
When I went, my native girl was smiling at me.
She asked me for company; I said sorry and shut,
She stopped to talk and having whisper against me,
She knocked my neighbour, he was also gentle,
After that night his wife also got one boyfriend.
Now, she is living with two, one day I asked him,
How do you live with her? Don’t worry, he said.
Nothing wrong, I like, I do, she likes and she does.
You have two children, how do they think?
No need to think about anyone, live your own,
If you care something, share: otherwise, no hassle,
At last I have to die, nobody took with them,
Extra burden isn’t good; I want to live in peace.
He said it normal, but I am still thinking,
It is a hard decision but he normally mentioned.
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2005
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