Treasure Island

SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN

(18.07.1964 / THANJAVOORE/TAMILNADU/INDIA)

A CRY OF A SINNER


A cry of a Sinner

Allow me to talk and weep
to repent for my past
It was too dark and dirty to say
It has to be spoken at least in this last minute
There were many blood spots and cries of wounded
There my aim was money and comforts
Now my sins are chasing me to kill my peace and
they are conquering my present sleep too
I am able to hear the sounds of my past
though I am in the midst of a crowd
It was not from outside to suppress
It is coming from my soul continuously
sakthi s ravichandran

Submitted: Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (A CRY OF A SINNER by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN )

Enter the verification code :

  • Catrina Heart (2/24/2009 6:15:00 AM)

    Confess and repent from all the wrong doings and mistakes...its not too late to clean and straighten the road of your life...........i feel your words as if they are alive...10 (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. May Cloaks, Saiom Shriver
  2. Time and Tide, Aftab Alam
  3. By Her Fruits, George Egba
  4. Ars Poetica A Sonnet, Daniel Brick
  5. Like Jews Harps, Francie Lynch
  6. Inner Power, Col Muhamad Khalid Khan
  7. Start anew, gajanan mishra
  8. BACK TO SCHOOL, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  9. Melancholia (haiku), hap rochelle
  10. قصه ماه 1, ALI MOSLEHI

Poem of the Day

poet Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]