After the river near the Hill,
A man used to live who had a Mill,
He always wake up -
with bird's morning Song,
Days were passed with hard work,
but he lived there so Alone,

He was a woodcutter who -
used to live with his wife and Boy,
But one day an infectious disease,
snatched the lives of both & ended his Joy;

Though he was filled with grief,
of losing own beloved People,
He learnt to keep himself busy -
in the wood business with Grapple.
© Mainak414