As A Father

I laugh at foolish

And unfortunate genius

And they laugh at me

As wasting time on nothing

When we pick a currency

He says, Ragpicker

And when love says scavenger

Looters are only manipulating

For dears Who supposed to be

Immortal sacrificing like crucifying

For them toiling whole life.

At last, See them Happy and delightful

He only wants them to appreciate like

Warrior Who shed blood tears sweat

For them But hopeless

They forgot him as Dead

And keep him outside the House

Guarding if thieves came it will be

Called rape on love.

He never minds about their misbehaviour

Not allowed But

Then if ransacked

The owner would shoot himself for an empty home so he stays the vigilant the whole night

His lovable Wife not cried

She cries because he could not write

A poem or story with meanings 

Of life or on Our love

She laughed a lot in her Mind

Another foolish gone away

He always says Smile and happiness

On their Faces makes me forget

All My sufferings.

And at last, it wrote on his tomb as an epitaph.