'Poor Guilty Mind' Poem by Munia Khan

Once upon a time a guilty mind I found.
It was lying in the ashes of despondence and doubt.
Struggling with itself having no solid ground.
Sense of guilt was sitting there avoiding the pout.
It was begging forgiveness to itself for a day.
Then tried to reprove itself just for the night.
Misdeeds ate the mind where nothing left to say.
Not being penitent there; wasn't something right.
The guilty mind tried to sleep to rescue the sin.
But the dreams of solemnity awoke it again.
Then all it could do was to wake up and lean.
Leaning on the repentance it tried to feel the pain
Poor Guilty Mind! Oh! When will you be clean?
Perhaps we can feel you but can you be seen?

Written on the night of the 17th February,2010