Sin Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Sin



He dipped in holy water
As a penance
For all the sin done.

His sins swam ashore
To the dry comfort of land

For they hadn’t a doubt

Once he got out

He would hold their hands.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Brookes 18 November 2013

Dipped and dyed in the wool some sins just won't wash off. Liked this poem thanks for sharing BB: O)

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