Confession
I came to confess before you
all my sins all my hate all my love
like a good Samaritan
but you were in no mood to listen
so all my pathos all my pangs
all my desires bounced back to me
banging their heads on the mute walls of the altar
there was no catalyst a priest
to convey my feelings to you
now in this lonely moment I know for certain
Snothing has gone in vain
my heart is purified with such confessions
and brought peace to my soul
RAJKUMAR -MUMBAI
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
any confession needs to be made to one's self...that's confessing to god! no middlemen...