Not many knew the boy next door. His exuberance. Nor his flair for unspoken folk lore.
Alone he seemed and quite gallant such;
Words of might appeared none. It wasn’t of importance
Not of too much!
Yet he personified a great many deal.
A humble presence of character,
Shadowed from the charms;
‘he had no intention to steal.
Tried harder from within!
With more he seemed rather failed.
Gave up trying what that he gloriously deserved
For the sheer saving himself the unwanted glare.
A struggle of uncanny figure
Began to raze!
From start to finish he seldom came to realize
What came so thunderously close.
Sinking his desires and dreams untamed
Were the very people he lost. Found them back,
‘As filthy as before they were always.
Sleeping by their side
Made itself into a wounded pain.
surreptitiously knowing all
Inside out of their faces covered in veil.
Owing to the sages in his life
And of the bani once heard before
He learned for his life
‘never let yourself to somebody be blamed.’
All things repeated
With his life as a broken reel
Even the film tapes are replaced
After a while when they began to falter
Yet here he was!
Ruining his life with the presence
Of what is royally should have been already displaced.
Go tell him he deserves more
Than one will never, ever could dream!
Such is his factoid of life
Like the flavor of an unfinished ice-cream.
