I Beg Your Mercy Poem by Gautam Sen

From a dark soggy hut at the horizon afar,
the journey through the passage of time
that I began long, long back still rolls on.
A crimson touch followed by the variation
of changing colors is spilling over my life
just as the rising sun graciously contributes
to its most dependent entity, an age-old earth.

I've crossed the mid sky of my flight
with plights terrible of many a kind.
Joys and bliss too flushed at times
slight but still of a remarkable height.
I consider my journey still a little left -
as a sprinter taking his last and final lap
keeps running on track deeply focused.

I esteem my knowledge so far gathered
as an advantage for further advancement
in the lane specified for me long, long ago.
Now only thing in my vision forward remains
fixed at length on the stretched long ribbon -
fluttering, flickering before my weary eyes,
where the judges with badges wait for me.

Let there be no fault, no faltering anymore -
let me reach there tired but safe and sound
to earn my God's mercy, His divine favour.
As I finish, trying not to conceal or stifle,
may I bloom brightly like a shiny sunflower?
Hoping for the blissful care from my Father
standing there, welcome or not please be fair.