Unpaid Debt Poem by Hanan Muzafar

He failed miserably,
and they laughed loudly;
they thought he's a fool,
and a frail tool.

On his shame,
some got fame;
huge amount of solitude,
filled with gratitude.

In his weakness,
covering his sadness;
They broke his kingdom,
and he became victim.

They ripped little wings:
On sale,
were his feelings,
and faced pale;
signs of glad tidings.

He forgot to bother,
Victor learned to conquer;
Deep down he was hurt.