My Clone

Seldom people like the setting- sun But people like the sun which is rising… My sun is in the west And I feel lonely … No rain, no wind In my life.. No rainbow, barren And suffering from drought So I ordered a clone Of myself, to kill my loneliness and he is cent percent like me he is all of my attitudes too I got him A very lovely one Every one loves him Now he gives me more problems than The loneliness I used to be in before As he has started to sleep around.. With all beauties surrounding neighbourhood.. I see green in the eye …. I had that wish too, when I was hand some and young But how does he come to know about this, my old wish? Police complains, and complains from husbands Make me mad, one day police came And indicted me of murdering my own clone, i am in jail