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.
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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  • 4 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