Carrying the remains of his ego,
he kept on,
while wisps of smoke,
could be seen
but what when
that is devoured.
His temperament is withering,
His viewpoint has redounded.
She enchanted his peers,
To plot against him.
Still his small ego,
Aiding him to survive.
Its services,
might not last long enough,
and so may he.
He was accused,
Of ravishment, of violence,
Of what not things,
Maledict the society,
Its attribute is well known.

But when his sprouts, his giddy kids,
Were turned against him.
He never knew
a collateral damage as such
will we witnessed by him.
He is abhorred
by everyone he meets.
The old folks are adamant
To have him poisoned,
The youth want him to be
rendered lifeless.
Such a shame he is,
a stigma on the norms of society,
Living among them without showing,
a shred of remorse.
And his defiance, his unseetheness
Won’t come to an end,
Until his time may come.