A Nameless Story It was a summer evening, Old tatters were covering his skeletal body, No one was around the dilapidated house but, For a woman and three children with tears; With grey hair,calm face And very little energy One could certainly be misled to believe him to be gentle But contradiction was his life and living Every day there would be dread in the house While he would abeat the loyal wife And the little children 'He would be angry With fire spewing from his eyes, His hand would go back and forth Never getting tired' While their mother would shield them And cry ever so loudly when his 'Mighty Hand' came down Thought the children then; On that fateful evening, He had come just before dark, After his 'Great Ritual' Took all the money his wife had And away he went with his salary too, Saving nothing for his wife and children He reached his destination The same place where he went everyday, His "like minds" w