Jan's Poetic Collection (A-Z)

Good I was but soon became bad,
With the advancement of teenage,
My life turned into that of shame,
I went abroad,
And I swear in the name of god,
I never wanted to get spoilt,
Many are there worse than me,
Yet as bad I was only seen.

Now when I've tried to change,
Change to life's good phase,
A lot of challenges I've to face,
But the greatest of all,
Is my past's bad name.
It has turned into a glue,
The more I shake it off,
The more it sticks on my face.

Today I know, before a bad past,
A good present losses its show,
Even If I become the best boy,
I'll still be the worst on land,
In this cruel earth,
There's no scope for change to good,
A villain can't become a sage,
Even if he meditates all his age.