rajendran muthiah - A Lost Soul

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

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