Gray Ash Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

I was the son of a rich businessman.
My mom was my dad's loyal business partner.
His habit was to collect money from garbage
and to spill the garbage allover.

My mom was well and good
but what could she do to stop him?
Gambling, whiskey, smoke, new affairs...
he was enjoying up to the brim.

He forgot me, forced my mom to love another guy,
the latter was honest and simple.
She wanted to stay with her new mate
but her affection for me none could kill.

My dad's business was then running in loss.
Whom he once cheated, had come to slap!
Who would save him? The real wealth had fled away forever!
The destiny had nothing to do but to clap!

He took poison, none of his girlfriends appeared
but my mom wished, 'Let his soul rest in peace'.
Her new mate rejected me too, my mom cried,
'Like gray ash now my existence is'!