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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  • Jimmy Shilaho on Jun 21, 2010

    Simply great, keep it up.

  • NIYATI BHAT on Jun 21, 2010

    AWESOME ! REALLY AWESOME…PERFECTLY DESCRIBED THE FEELINGS EVERYONE HAS AT THE TIME OF GUILT.
    WONDERFUL PIECE :)

  • ashabari on Jun 22, 2010

    well composed!!

  • Aiswarya T Anish on Jun 30, 2010

    nice ……………

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