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.
