Dirt

The time is awful for my beloved friend, A small pile of dirt has grabbed his clean mind, Dirt is one of the worst things in every part, It is detestable in true sense. Regrettably, my great friend has become the subject to this bad patch, It is such a painful time for him That he can neither think nor act in a constructive and prolific way at present, Which he previously did at ease with sublime spirit and energy, He is strictly glued to this rustic spell of obnoxious dirt. This is quite inexplicable for him How such an evil has entered his honest mind, He is indeed ashamed of his change And trying hard to get rid of this unpleasant nuisance, What a difference the small devil has made! My pal is truly an alien soul now. They criticize my confidant harshly, But I protest firmly, as I know this is only his adverse time; I am confident too that my friend's sublime thoughts and honest feelings will soon be dominant again, These are very much present within him, although have lost the strength and perfection this time. Dirt may come, but it has to depart from the honest soul by the infallible rule of justice, I believe wholeheartedly that Noble thoughts of my friend will certainly defeat the obscene thoughts soon; Waiting eagerly for that day, When I will get back my real and phenomenal friend again.