His Beloved Is So Beautiful That I Keep Thinking Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

His beloved is so beautiful that sometimes see I her
And feel and keep thinking,
What have I got,
What have I not in this life,
What have I erred
And what not?

To get a beautiful wife is also a matter of fate,
If a good is not in your destiny, you will not,
If she is, you will get her,
But here lie I an ill-fated fellow
Whose wife keeps scolding
Without rhyme or reason?

Here lie in a fellow
Whose wife is not only ugly,
But hooked and crooked and screwed by nature.