Forgive Me Son

by Mihir Deshmukh   Jan 3, 2015


Here I sit,
on the edge of the Earth.
Watching the horizon burn,
I clench a fistful of dirt.

Finally,it's here,
the break of dawn.
My last one indeed,
for tomorrow I'll be gone.

I see my wallet,
see my son a last time.
I hope he could forgive me,
for him I'm doing this crime.

I know my actions are wrong,
I would have stopped them if I could.
But they gave me a bag of money,
money makes everything perfectly good.

I hope my son too,
could ever smile this bright.
I hope my son too,
could sleep peacefully every night.

So I extinguish this flame,
to strike a new spark.
So I set a hundred and sixty suns,
to cast my son out of the dark.
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it's about the various moments in life when we do wrong things and justify them with petty reasons .Why I put it in life section!

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  • 2 years ago

    by La Reina De Corazones

    I like the way the poem flowed but I wonder what it truly ment since everything (even in poetry) there's a second meaning behind this it actually has various meanings not just one lol, anyways good poem. 5/5

    -Mori