TOMB

TOMB


It was a dark raining night
I was on the way, to my home,
Going through that dark road
Beside I saw a tomb;

I stopped and looked at it
There was a man, crying bitterly
Near the tomb
Showing all his servility;

I walked to him and held him
And said, “He never comes back, who’s dead”
He looked at me
Slowly he shook his head;

“Who was he?” I asked,
“Some one very near and dear friend?”
He sighed and told, “Yes he was”,
“He was my wife’s ex-husband!!!!!!!!!!”

BY
ANI