Yes, he was alone, to extend
None are there, a helping hand,
Alone is not a fitting word,
Because his mom, long she cannot stand.
Ha! One thing, he is a widower,
Alas! Destiny has stolen His dear,
Gifting her Dengue as her partner
That stayed for a week with her.
Her mind dammed streams of her tears;
She never wanted fast a visa to the Paradise
God claimed her last deep breaths;
Cadaver hers was ornate with wreaths,
Leaving her lame mother-in-law,
Loving hubby, favourite household,
Lovely fauna, her home, much preferred,
She chose her residence above, her final abode.
The sweet nuptial days, fate swept away,
The viruses showed cheek on their way,
While approaching the man’s wife,
Who left the poor man wailing.
The man, having a blue-collar job,
Always had in his aid his heart-throb;
Having dipped in distress, braced a noose;
His ma but became a silver lining in his noesis.
