A Stranger
I have been thinking of writing something for quite a while now... but for whatever reasons could not... but today I have decided to pen down something... so please bear... :-) Some of my friends have been asking why I have a blog even...

I had written something when I was quite young... This was after the way one of my friends was treated by all the people around because of a small mistake that he commited... So that being the background read on... Its a small poem...

He was once the charm of the town
People called him their own
Each had something to say
And each had something to do
All knew him to be good and famous
All knew what they wanted of him too

One day he commited an act hard to own
Which was grave for the people so they knew him no more
Each had something to say
And each had something to do
All knew him to be bad and famous
A Stranger he was with no bottle of wine to pour