Criminal Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Criminal



Criminal, criminal, criminal,
He is a criminal,
A criminal,
Criminal,
But the criminal
Not a criminal,
Not a criminal,
But a man,
A man,
Not a criminal,
Criminal, criminal, criminal,
Not a criminal,
But a man,
A man,
Call him,
Call him
Not a criminal,
But a man,
A man.

But a criminal
He was not
From his birth,
But turned he into
For falling into bad company,
Deviating and digressing from
The path of life,
Untidy upbringing
And as for situations and circumstances
Otherwise,
Criminal, criminal, criminal,
Call him,
Call him not a criminal
As he is not,
But a man.

Riches and luxuries led him
Otherwise
And he sought for bliss,
Tempted by,
Infatuated with,
As dreamt he
Lured by
High living,
But vacant mind
And its speculation
And if it is not,
Poverty compelled him
To be
Cruel and callous.

But what it is the root of
All evil
Is wine,
Intoxication,
Addiction
And for that,
He turned into
A criminal,
For his hard nature too,
Rough and tough speaking,
Bad mood, bad temper
And bad tongue,
In search of pleasure,
Where did he reach to?

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