Reflecting back onto my young days,
A handsome hunk flattered by all, for my grotesque ways,
I swept out when the sun was high, with dozy aura surrounding my den,
With trash soiled deep in my head, aimless chap wholesome with no regret.
Shoulders under burden of a thoughtless brain, rib cage sheltering a dry heart,
Not better than a walking dead.
Seeking pleasures of world, landed onto streets packed with unscrupulous means,
Strolling by the glittering lanes, glimmer of which I could not resist,
Turning blind eventually to spirituality, morals and ethics.
Like a fly drawn to fire, unfamiliar of getting burnt,
Scorched was I into the blaze of alcohol and dreams,
Sure of surviving the ordeal, I went on and on careless of my end to be.
Gambled my existence in the game of poker,
Whimsicality rooted in my faith deep, trying hard for luck approximating a joker.
Eyes never saw miseries; ears never heard cries; hands never bestowed.
What a sigh had it been!
Days, months, decades few by, lost is now all glory of self-esteem,
Old and haggard is time now, lone is the place of dwell,
Screaming in vain, a pitiful body laying onto the death bed,
Pleading Almighty to escape the wrath of Hell!