Tale to tell

Each of us has a tale to tell;

Mine began with a pitiful soul,

Lost and found in the pit of hell.

Being blessed with forlorn smiles,

I set my sail of long exile

In the lurid sea, not in the rille.

Tears after tears, like a torn sail,

I let my will out in the gale.

With every fall, I became frail.

 Still, I stood against the bale

To fight the fate till my end.