Hit on the head
Once in a while
Once in a day
Every day;
I find but naught
As a reason to exult
For a soul with scars
That shall not pacify
A self, ever-evolving;
A conscience un-resolving;
Weeping incessantly
For a sin that burgeons
Once in a day-
Every day;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Scars of life! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
You're welcome. It's a pleasure