Wednesday, June 11, 2008


Summer that year was a tragedy.
Tears of regret rolled down hid face.
He was given another chance
where nobody could stop him doing vice.

He said that he would change
yet he regarded his promise
for just a couple of times
a broken vow-an evidence of subservience
to the deadly bondage of sin.

His friends tried to change him,
but no one could fathom his whim.
He ramained selfish and aggrieved.
Yet he never knew that his friends grieved
for his self-catadysmic acts.

Now, he's better but no one could tell,
his internal struggle remains unsettled.
The cure for his malady is on him.
The malady, if not cured, will remqin for him

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