A Cruel Person I Ever Met Poem by Shuaib Saifi

ONCE it was a very pleasant evening,
And I was wandering in a forest lonely;
All around was beautiful greenery;
Birds were twittering, sweet winds blowing.

I was too much excited and happy,
Even nobody’s need I felt there
To accompany me; and I hopped never
That day a pleasant atmosphere to be.

There I happened to meet a stranger
On the way, innocent like a child,
A softness in her voice and so mild
She was looking, such I got her.

A talk begun between her and me,
More pleasant my journey did turn;
As I felt an affection in her expression;
Before in my past I did never see.

She’s in a great trouble me she told,
Knowing which I expressed a deep woe;
Assured her all to be well tomorrow
Calling her friend; the same she also called.

Whenever she needed me I did my best
What I could do as a true friend;
Lots of wish to her my heart did ever send
To take back her smile and the rest.



Even she, whenever did meet, did say
If I ever need you, please, stand by me;
If you consider me a friend truthfully-
I promised to be so in a loving way.

Thus I ever smiled in her every glee,
In the sorrows did profoundly weep;
Remained restless and couldn’t sleep;
When she was in trouble and worry.

Alas! All that from me I did heartily
Was nothing to her, had no value;
And what I found her and knew
Was my great mistake in reality.

The person looking innocent like a child,
Having a sweet voice like honey-
Showing me affection and sympathy,
Truly was a selfish, ungrateful and wild.

As one day when I was in a disaster,
She left me on the way quite alone;
With the reply of no leisure and flown
Leaving me bothered just like a stranger.

When met again and expressed regret deeply
On her rough conduct, she replied with no shame;
Making me a friend I asked not; among them
You yourself commenced counting me.

Thus so deep wounds she cruel has given,
Able to sewing them I won’t ever be;
Whenever a friend someone will call me-
This bitter thought will torment me again.

Now solitude and the silence I daily face,
Her dreadful memories let not me sleep;
Often in my solitudes compel to weep;
Think! someone may come to give solace.

Everybody’s begun looking disloyal and false,
Heart warns seek not loyalty at this selfish place;
Same tragedy again thou will have to face;
Thou and I’ll together seek it somewhere else.

People often keep saying I’ve changed a lot,
Or someone’s done me? No one did ever try
To know; if one does, I will surely reply;
Yes, a cruel, a cruel person I ever met.