Singing a maudlin, <br />the boozer was dancing <br />before the temple <br />and twirling his moustaches often. <br />He bit his tongue at times <br />and scared at those who pass, <br />showing his point finger. <br />“ I had my trust in you <br />but you made me sad and mad, <br />cuddling the culprit worst. <br />I pulled my knife from the sheath <br />and killed you both at dead of night. <br />Who would dare to tell the police? <br />But I couldn’t quell my conscience, Sir! <br />It keeps me always awake <br />and eludes my catch to hack. <br />I don’t say I am honest <br />But why I killed my wife <br />to leave my children in strife? ” <br />Pulling me towards him, <br />told me his tragic tale. <br />I patted on his back <br />and showed his children standing there. <br />A lost soul is not lost for ever. <br />For a new lease of life we must try our best. <br /> ---------<br /><br />rajendran muthiah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lost-soul-8/
