I Am Thinking

He has a daily routine,
Or just a habit,
To get early in the morning,
To go for a walk.
After bath, taking a cup of tea,
Before to go to office.

Since he has lost his son,
Nobody saw him again,
To go for a walk,
A news man also was stopped,
Other few servants
Also were removed from duty.

I don’t want to live,
I was doing for my son,
The property, bank balance,
That was for him,
He is no more with me,
I am thinking not to live longer.
I have no more wishes.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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