All Over

The wretched man screamed in pain and agony For he committed the crime And it was all over, Throughout his life he performed all the good deeds, But once, only once, he committed the serious crime And he was driven out of the famous and glorious page of the world, All his wonderful deeds and feats of the previous time were ruthlessly wiped out from the lovely bosom of the earth. He looked at the open sky with vacant eyes, A sense of worst defeat demolished him completely, He began to cry and cry but in vain, Nobody came to soothe his grievous heart.