He was a mischief
None realized it
He behaved as innocent
Drunken and unconscious always
One day caught
Unveiled a story
He was not innocent
Killed a child before a long time
All thought he was absconded
But time showed its power
He was killed just for some penny
Cruelty was hidden
Some one part of it chosen the way of suicide
Perished in a pathetic way
Truth is power, it may be hidden
But not for always
Cruelty will reap something for moments
But will perish as time and truth is dictators..
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