(Pic from Magpie Tales)
She was virtue embodied
He was sin exaggerated
She left him with a promise.
He always kept his hood on
as he was afraid of the light on
that burned his conscience.
He stuffed all his misdemeanors
In a pot of soil; abandoned maneuvers,
that he geared for gains.
It started stinking, with seconds and minutes
He planted sweet smelling jasmines
Alas! It withered painfully.
He scribbled on the wall
He waited for the plant to be full,
with flowers of fragrance.
His pain grew into confusion
His dog watched with an emotion,
that tailed his confusion.
He and his faithful waited
If evils could be grated,
to nothing and no stinking.
He scribbled, maybe she will come
On a day, when the plant will bloom
With his virtue unearthed.
He kept his boots apart
Touched the soil and trained the mutt,
to breathe in fresh air, life!