THE BITTERNESS OF HER PAST SIN

The bitterness of her prior sin has a mainstream impact on the poor lad. For she, has to gulp the failures and fears through her present and future since her history was untold and unfixed.

 

An untold and unfixed past

flashes a high sigh still fearful,

Oh dear her! an awful and direful one.

An issue airless to the faith of  hope.

 

Time and tide wasn’t a healer,

for she had to be an epic pacifier.

A sympathizer, indeed daring

to be suppressed and depressed.

 

The guts of enduring was expired

be gone, be lost was her only free will.

A masker of her own inexpressible mourns.

Mightily she stood, merely was her privilege.

 

Remembering to forget for the betterness.

The more she remembered, the more

realized the hazy puzzle of past.

She was haunted, her peace of patience

was  miserably questioned.

 

Her dreams were dying day by day.

Insomnia inflamed to wander in her thoughts.

Thus, resistance was injured and she was chasing

the liberty of her inner peace and power.

 

She was a humming bird of agony.

A caged bird ,  of her own innocent crime.

Sky wasn’t a slate to inscribe her dream rainbow,

to blossom her pursuit of happiness.

 

She was a portrait of self-deception.

Her wishful thinking was her only relief valve.

Unfortunately she was a girl with a

guiltiness  of a major misdeed.

 

A word of honor wasn’t mentioned

A guarantee of protection wasn’t assured.

A pledge of promise meant no difference.

She confirmed to decide to live. Being

an innocent lad ,her inner voice chosen  to live.

 

One step reliving to the past, a decade

 steps  rushing  towards the present.

So is her heartbroken memory of the past.

It rouse out of ignorance, an ignited

evil temptation of a beast to misuse her.

 

Being a prey was her destined birth fate.

She was too young to choose the right path,

for she was an virtuous child of inscience .

Clueless, the aftermath wasn’t a question

at the time when she followed the culprit.

 

Sooner than later she was an unlucky

prey in the palms of barbarians.

Nor did she had a guardian of angel.

She was bestowed to live with the

bitterness of her own prior sins.

 

As long as she breathe the air of life

She  was destined to gulp the fire of guiltiness.

The scars screamed sorrows.

The wounds wailed weakness.

 

Life began from a broken heart

to the  tower of shattered dreams.

Her loss was unfathomable and

undeniable. She was a righteous child,

born to experience the unexpected.

 

A droughted life with an endless tale

of hunger. Fate laughed sarcastically

and she begged to believe in herself.

 She could only showcase a memory of

betrayal biting hardly on her soul beats.

Will she be able to regain her true self ?

 

Mercy on her , merry for her, most gracious with her

She’s  all set to save her self esteem

 that was shaken once forever.

She was a withered flower feeble

 to fruit  the boons of the future season.

 

Reviews

[Siraj]

you are writing good , its nice poem and good feeling