Birth was my first sin, to be here,
to cry, with my scream silence tear...
Life was my second sin, just live,
mock this world, my opinions to give...
Love was my third sin, to care,
just worship them, how did I dare...
Questioning was my fourth sin, raise doubt,
my mind use to see no reasons when look out...
Rebelling was my fifth sin, my own rules make,
refuse to obey, orders from others to take...
Arrogance is my sixth sin, to my own sins list,
to think I know, believe my own sins see in life's mist...
I will still have many sins, on my own pride I will fall,
I will regret the most, hope redemption before death call...
Death will be my last sin, to surrender and die,
just release my life, to darkness and oblivion fly...
Saturday, September 8, 2007
sins
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2 comments:
the depth and kind of emotion your poem expresses is boundless...
ur sin is ur virtue.
Blog hopping and commenting being one of my sins, I came across u'r site. WONDERFUL POEM. So, whom do you confess to ?
Your sins, I mean.
Watching a Feluda movie, BTW
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