The precious years of life
The strength of intellect
The bright vision of youth
The spiritual aspirations
All are consumed in the fire of lust

The youth who has boasted of his liberty
Now finds himself a slave of mammon
He is in worst of bandage
Holden with cords of his sin
The glitter and tinsel that enticed him have disappeared
He feels the burden of his chain

Sitting upon the ground
In that desolate and famine stricken land
With no companion but the swine
He is fain to fill himself with the husks
Of gay companion who flocked about him in prosperous days
And ate and drank at his expenses
There is no one left to befriend him