The Afreet (Afreet- an evil monster)
Battered,bloodied,bruised
on the floor he lay
broken bones he could deal with, but
his pride broke, as if made of clay.
Whose fault it was? Whose peccancy?
Whose dereliction was made into his blunder?
He wondered, as lay bandaged,
His life, his worth, his future asunder
He could have left, deft as he was
For avenues new, for pastures anew
But he stayed to serve his own, his country,
which mocked him at every cue.
He was expected to be crushed by this
but managed to stand tall
He stood back and fought his way,
For he had learnt not to stay down, after a fall.
The whipping boy for the lazy king
has grown stronger with each lash
He holds the hand, that held the whip
He won't be anybody's fodder to thrash.
He never wanted all this fight,
all he wished, was to diagnose, to treat
but the fires of Hell, had hardened him hard
And he became today's heartless afreet.
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