He Was Late

Children were very happy,
They managed every single item,
That was excited for them,
To enjoy happiness on trip

She got up early,
Packed fresh food and fruit,
And asked him to buy,
Few more snacks for children.

When he came back from shopping,
Somebody called him, hi, Love,
What are you doing here? He asked,
I am free today; let’s go to enjoy a day.

When he went back home,
She just said,’ why was he so late?
A fire sparked so quickly and burnt all,
Children’s joy was totally ruined.

When he came back home, 
It was too late and he was drunk,
She was feeling ashamed,
It’s all was happening the cause of her.

She was very confused and up set,
He comes home and didn’t talk to anyone,
He was going out, she also followed him,
She lost her life in a road accident.

He felt his responsibility after her,
He put forward a proposal to her girl friend,
There is no objection to stay together,
But she refused,’ she doesn’t want children’.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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