He was a man of secrets,
Of pain and anger inside him,
He closed the door of his heart,
And tight laces on his brows.
He once opened himself naked,
Stood bare in front of love's garden,
Proudly praying a love of songs,
And he made a hell of a mistake!
Hence, a person of interest and conflict,
Of a heart wounded deep inside,
Roaming the earth without a plan,
And hope he abandoned along the way.
What do you know of him?
Why would you judge first,
But cast a judgment upon his life?
And blamed him for not being perfect!
Flee, flee thou sadistic thoughts,
Away, away thou impertinent mind,
Find a cocoon and learn from it,
How a butterfly breaks it and became a beauty!
