The Most Unfortunate Man In The World Poem by Ravi Kopra

I lived as if my life
Was a staunch rival to me

I could not marry in love
I was forced to marry my wife

I wanted to be a writer
I turned out to be a warrior

I wanted two pretty daughters
I got two lazy loafer sons

I wanted to live near the water
I was posted to work in the deserts

I prayed Allah five times a day
Allah pretended he did not hear me

I never got whatever, how little I wanted
Everyone including Allah schemed against me

I wanted to stop going to the mosque
Was afraid, mullahs will hang me for blasphemy

I asked the Guinness book of records to list me the most unfortunate man in the world
They did not even sympathize with me, they just said there was no such category

When I die in my misery, I hope, my sons
Will not forget to bury me in the cemetery.