For Him.

A hand that cares… and loves.

Just a brief poem but my husband, my best friend.

Some might consider it tragical, while others find it magical.

In this poem, I’m showing the struggle of a wife of a wealthy businessman. He ran after his business though he was rich. His wife ran after him but he never cared to look back at her for even a moment. So, she looked back and went her own way when she couldn’t be let to have her life back.

In this poem, I’m telling the world how a wife feels when she’s lost her husband who was the universe to her.

Situations change with time. Every
one should respect other’s love.

It’s jst a funny article.

Dont go to your neighbors door without calling!