Send him your love

He is dying in dearth of love.
Beautiful ladies,
Old ladies.
He’s a divorcee.
Send him your kisses,
Send him your hugs,
Send him your love.

You can’t miss him.
He’s here very evening,
Calling someone, “Mi Lady”
Or “Hey beautiful one.”
Some other lady.

A factory worker,
A bluish job holder,
Is dying in dearth of love.
Send him your kisses.
Send him your hugs.
Send him your love.

Send him your photos too.
Though he is ugly
And boorish but has
Hawk eyes for beauty.