A poetry written during a phase of Guilt.
Let the thunder frighten,
Let the lightning strike,
And the rains hit,
With a great force,
Like the god’s wrath,
And make me suffer,
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Let me be drenched,
Let me be washed,
Let me be clensed,
Of all the wrong,
I have done in life,
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Let each drop of downpour,
Draw its way down to the length of my soul,
And take the dirt in its way,
And mingle with the earth,
The dirt that has created me…
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