He Isn'T Her Blood
A week ago, I went to a funeral,
A father of two children was died,
She was weeping terrible,
And blaming God for this punishment.
He was feeling pain for three days,
Doctors were investing his pain,
After few reports they send him home,
And declared he isn’t serious.
He was still waiting for a doctor,
Delay is normal on a weekend,
Appendix blasts in his tummy,
And he died within couple of hours.
Few years ago his father was also died,
Daughter in law sponsored his mother,
And sister for a last meeting on funeral,
But they were refused he was overstaying.
People came to attend funeral,
But they had gone back for their Jobs,
When I went to see her again,
Children were crying for their Dad.
Suddenly tears touched my eyebrows,
She was struggling to manage this crisis,
She didn’t cook any meal for a day,
She didn’t dare to go for a shopping.
I came back home and asked my wife,
To get a leave for her normal stay,
But a company refused her for holiday,
And blamed he isn’t her blood.
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