The mental torture seems to have ended,
At least for now, if not for my lifetime;
With help from God, I had well defended;
My winter’s gone and Spring is now the clime.
My foes had failed in miserable a way;
They lie in ambush and in low profile;
May be, they wait for yet, another day;
They could not make the black mark in my life.
I heave a sigh of relief, just for now;
My honesty has triumphed yet again;
To God who saved me from trouble, I bow;
He brings the Sun in time and also Rain.
My sufferings ain’t big compared to those
Unlucky ones, to suffer more, God chose.