This is the time, when all he can do is to reminisce,
The child who once born, without expectation and premise.
Raised by his grandmother with love and affection;
Molded with principles, discipline and commiseration.
#poem
At the age of seven, my eyes were opened to the filth of gratification. It was so obscene that it robbed my naivety. I tried to redeemed myself but to no avail. I got hooked and bonded by the disgraceful deed of my unbecoming.
