Time ago

. . . . time ago , there was a time another ,
For his good deeds , was cursed together ,
No matter what he did , how good he was ,
Was brought down , with no valid clause .

Days passed , the sun rose , and did set ,
He kept ignoring things , as if never happened ,
Water crossed overhead , things went too far ,
Was accused/accursed again of nothing he did .

Boycott was the only option he had , to be safe at ,
He did , for months , he had in written ,
It was quite a joy then , and perhaps the best peace ,
He felt on a day specific , to forgive the bitten .

He did set up things , to be same as never before ,
Things went good , but not better , was indeed an effort ,
He still was at no blame but for speaking less ,
The blame was , that he was treating less .

And , now there is this another day ,
The ugliest of joy has made a return ,
A declined proposal meets a declined request ,
A proposal clashes against a helpless necessity .

This was till it was , patience too has an ending ,
If its time for a payback , he can be wilder than any demon ,
Bound by humanity , bound by values , he chooses to stay mum ,
All for a reason , that he loves his peace more than the curse .

- Bharath R Rao