Md. Ziaul Haque
A Spoilt Child - Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque
He was so well-mannered,
And a calm boy,
Who could hardly speak before others,
Being extremely coy!
This very boy turned into a rogue,
By hanging around with boys so bad,
Humility swayed away from his persona,
As the boat from the bank goes far ahead!
Watching porn and visiting whores became his pursuit,
All witnessed the change of a courteous boy into a brute!
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