Delusion
I had a neighbor, who had delusion,
Of being poisoned by his kith and kin;
His wife seemed to him lively illusion,
Her delicacies he threw in waste-bin;
Sharing sweets from friends seemed to him a sin,
Eateries could not content his hunger,
As he felt these are but poison dumper;
He carried his cook wherever he went,
Could he, yet, get rid of his strong stumper?
He's half-dead now, in delusion, life spent...
07 January 2022
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