Gifts Poem by Chan Mongol

GIFTS


Life was a gift what I never desired or asked for

Gifts for me discontinued in their deaths, a long before!

I doubled up all what I got as gifts and passed on others;

Most were horrendous and dangerous getters.

They never realized how holy I was to them;

They ate my money, wealth and my potential fame!

It's ok considering, nothing should have belonged to me;

My debts had to be cleaned up perhaps, differently!

I faced so many cruelties perhaps, they meant to be;

May be, I failed to make my parents and kin happy!

No avenge, revenge were taken because, fate was written;

Some are givers and some are takers in men and women.

by Chan Mongol
November 06 of 2022