Fulfillment Of My Existence Poem by Mahfooz Ali

Never asked to be here
This place is too crowded with......
Where was my guidance when I needed it?
A worst son equals a great father....... Really? ? ? ? ? ? ?
How could it be?
The selfishness consumes me for all my rainy,
Days ahead I have to make better,
For myself and the ones who love me the same,
Even the evil I never took a liking,
But my dark side reigns.
Captured for years,
Before I become old and forgotten,
Rotten dreams need redemption,
So I can fulfill my existence.