Poems & Poetry: The Lost One

The Horror of The Neighborhood

He lived disorderly life right from the stomach

Sewing aversion, unkindness and pains

Obliterating hope of ever become a useful person.

The devil had found in him a faithful servant.

Parents separated their children from him lest

His vicious example contaminate their purity.

He was stubborn as stone; violence his pleasurable

Outlet. Bragging about having him as a relation

Was like bragging about having syphilis, yet

He was loved by his brothers and sisters

Beyond what he deserved. Patient with

His many disgraceful acts.

Naughty he was and addicted to falsehood

And stealing till hand of providence fell

On him and changed him to a

Messenger of good deeds.

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