The Confession For The Past... Poem by Vikrant Jog
The Confession For The Past...
The disturbing lone,
The thoughtless fake,
The emotional tone,
For my own sake,
Drawn mentally irate,
The celestial pain,
Not a single good mate,
Crawling in for a gain,
He though,
Never gets angry with his child,
I although,
Left no room to hate him wild,
Foolish,
Shameless,
Hopeless,
Me,
Crying for a mixed sympathy,
Bow down to you,
My father,
You are great,
Forgive and give me a chance,
To improve my mistake,
I oath you now,
Won't let you down again,
Be with me,
Not a ting will remain,
Of the solitary pain.
Our heavenly father forgives us for all our mistakes and just waits for our return to his fold! Great write!
Tell him of your repentance. Is it all and just what he expects.
Because father knows what the best, we know that once we really angry about things but then when time raise us a mind and wise we know that things that father said was true, again and again...nice write_Soul
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5/4/2024 3:10:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
lovely........u deeply confessed ur mistakes, beautifully penned......i must say.