Banished Prisoner

Iqra Khan

Prison was though full of men,
Amongst them a girl was mine.
Fed with unhealthy mess often,
The girl did even more crime.
When I met her as a visitor,
I was pure man and she; a prisoner.

Then despite of conflicts, we talked,
But my heart was full of hatred.
I blamed her for her fault,
And for everything wrong, she once did.

She pleaded , requested and cried,
And I was though not fully blind.
Inclusion of references hit me hardly,
And I evicted her, evicted so badly.

# 10-Oct-2k23

  • Author: Iqra Khan (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 20th, 2023 07:32
  • Category: Unclassified
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