The long, long wait,
Was drawing to a close,
The hangman’s noose, was now visible,
To his dim vision,
As he looked about,
In his dark prison;
This was his last night,
To think over the past,
He had mercilessly strangled,
His wife to death,
In a fit of drunkenness,
At her obstinacy,
In satisfying his lust,
His two children hated him,
Never wanted to see him,
He repented his past deed,
Done in a fit of anger,
Anger is a devil,
Which could if not controlled,
Make one a real devil,
He realized it too late,
Now all is gone,
He has no one,
He wished they would hang him,
For there is nothing in life to hope,
Pitying him, the jailor had applied,
For pardon to the President,
But nothing happened,
At dawn when he was about to be hanged,
He did not take much food,
They saw him in a gloomy mood,
Looking upwards,
As if to heaven,
All felt pity for him,
But nothing could be done for him,
The jailor gave the order,
To the hangman to proceed,
But before the noose was raised,
A messenger rushed,
Shouting excitedly “Hold! Hold!
I have the President’s pardon”;
Before a fraction of a second,
The prisoner was saved,
That was least expected.
Justice was triumphant.
The long, long wait,