Singing a maudlin, br the boozer was dancing br before the temple br and twirling his moustaches often. br He bit his tongue at times br and scared at those who pass, br showing his point finger. br “ I had my trust in you br but you made me sad and mad, br cuddling the culprit worst. br I pulled my knife from the sheath br and killed you both at dead of night. br Who would dare to tell the police? br But I couldn’t quell my conscience, Sir! br It keeps me always awake br and eludes my catch to hack. br I don’t say I am honest br But why I killed my wife br to leave my children in strife? ” br Pulling me towards him, br told me his tragic tale. br I patted on his back br and showed his children standing there. br A lost soul is not lost for ever. br For a new lease of life we must try our best.