The Suffered.

He was an old gentleman living in neighborhood With his second wife with no siblings He was so poor, but proud themselves kept their poverty as their own concern Tried their best to make a living, From selling the vegetables they cultivated. Almost all Wednesday they went for market To sell their vegetables in the little basket Bought back some groceries and edible oil For eking out a life in perfect calm and happiness We found them in such a contented couples. In that particular early morning, I remember The old gentleman came to our house He has got a dog bite in his leg and injured Which I promptly advised for the injections With his beliefs and confidence neglected. Days passed, and one day such an early morning The old lady the wife of the gentleman Came to my house and informed the body language Of her dear husband is in danger, unable to drink The morning tea while seeing became angry. Days passed, it was a case of rabbis No where a curing solution for a patient Who died in such a horrible atmosphere I remember The poor gentleman in his most suffering end.