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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem