I MET THE MAN

I met a man who met a woman,

A goddess of beauty,

She had sweet lips ,he said, 

She was  a prize, a gift to mankind,

I met the man who met that woman,

The goddess of disguise,

She became evil like he said,

A curse , a flaw upon mankind.

I helped the man up,worn out and frustrated,

a once handsome lad,turned shabby rogue,

His shabby beard,the unkempt hair,total distress,

I painted his portrait of misfortune,

And pitied him with an ear,

Lending him my shoulder,

To cry his tears dry, a messed up man!

The precious ruby, he termed,

Stabbed him with deceit,

And mutilated his soul with infidelity,

She'd set out to maul him,

Drained his pockets to a safe with cigarette butts,

A princess he said,turned this prince to a frog,

In the name of love, A sinful desire,

His fateful destruction , I met that man.