My Turn

I was rude and selfish I wanted her to be finished Not physically but morally As I wanted the life differently I had inherited wealth That was ill gotten from somebody's death People say" My father was moneylender" Very hard looking, unkind and ill wisher Wife had been so kind Sympathetic and mild I never thought ill of her But I was fallen in love for other I did not find any other way I told her to be away She was shocked but obeyed my wish I deserted her for fake dreams to accomplish Some years after, I developed some disease So long money helped the life to be at ease She pushed me away to be on road I was once again dependant on the mercy of God I remembered wife once again She had sent feelers often I decided to return Now it was my turn (To be continued)