A Man's Longing for a Son

A man came visiting late last night
Who told of his sorry plight


He had a wife whose ex-hub died
First wife he sent he said with a sigh
On corruption charges he did say
His present wife's son then made his day
But soon taken by mom's kith and kin
For property makes one fill with sin


                  Wiped a tear and carried on
                  Of how his second bore a son
                  But a deadly disease captured him
                  Which made his life all so dim
                  No more sons his wife did bore
                  Only daughters born to his sore


Took the third from the city
Painted red, but had no pity
Weary of being badly ditched
Wound of his she did not stitch
Made him work for her other kids 
And carried not one for him


                  Soon he left and yearned for second
                  But neither she his hurt could mend
                  One daughter more to the list
                  Filled his eyes with a hazy mist
                  Fights soon brew since depressed both
                  Pledged first was best with an oath


His blood did curl 
When lashes she hurled
To my son I would go
Since lost their son he filled with woe
Last of all he spoke of thus 
How four in a bed instead of two* 
           (This made me want to have  a laugh
             To be captured in a poem thought)
                      
                  Soon now wishes to marry again
                  Black or white she still will reign
                  For four in a bed he cannot bear
                  No longer with an ex he would like to share
                  Please hunt for me he said at last
                  Then reached the gate so very fast


*As each immersed in the thoughts of the first. 


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This poem was written around 6 years back, but now the man
has a son from his second wife and of course  a whole brood
of daughters too. But he is still ready to marry again. 
So son was just an excuse 
Will he marry again? 
Time will tell