A Fight Poem by Satyendra Pratap singh

I fought against me hard
to end this evil lust which
degraded me to low level
and weaken my virtues.

I drew the sword of wisdom and put on the armour of devotion with mentor shield.

with strong will though i won
and puffed up with pride, slacken in efforts and lost in merriment.

the enemy attacked and once more made me slave.
wasting all my power and efforts.

! Alas how i became a prey to
devil leaving the good and the god
now i find me ill and devoid of life though breathing.

neither i have will nor power to come back to past.
one constant regret eats me
will the lord help me come out?