Nature of the World

There lived a man,
Who was living for his wife and children,
Who was struggling for his home and pan,
But in his lovely dream of life was caused an experience sudden

"Slowly the relatives got rid of the being,
And ignored him as a cheap thing,
Do you think he was dependant,
No, he was, he is and will be independant.

All gathered around him when in his better days,
As the bee gather round the honey,
But soon left him when he became poor,
As the bees leave when the honey is over.

After some days his wife was ill,
Not knowing anything, he stood still,
For his children were yet small,
And there was no one to make a call.

He struglled and struggle with all his might,
But he could no make his heart light,
For yet there was some remainder,
In his life to much suffer.

He did all his duty,
But what a great pity,
His wife was dead! dead!
Who was lying since a year and half in the bed.

The sorrowful days went by,
But no one called for a while,
The morning and night,
Was a monotony and miserable sight.

Instead of the sorrow getting decreased,
It was very soon increased,
By his own, very own child,
To whom he was meek and mild.

"The kith and kin had left him"
"His wife death took away as a whim"
"The happiness was a stranger to him"
And oh his eldest has gone away, far away from him".

Oh! how all ; all, are gone!
When for others; it was dawn,
For him it was still night,
As still in his life there was no pleasure or light.

But there was only a person,
Who was in a thousand one,
He was his sincere friend,
Who'll help and be true till his life's end.

The unhappy days come and go,
And stay for short time like the sword,
It is indeed a bad fate,
Which makes are another to hate.

By AURNSOORYA
(One of the poem that was found in grandfather's document)