I Stand Here Poem by chichichapatile mangochi

I Stand Here



I stand here
Before you
Undressed, nude and stark
Like unclothed sun
My race of life's finally done.

My bag is bursting of deeds
A mixture of good and bad seeds
Like seasons of our time
And my life was not mine.

Your love is as kind as a pocket
That does welcome any heart
The owner's or pilferer's arm
With one benevolent aim.

Monday, March 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death,seasons
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 27 March 2017

love, benevolent aim, good life all we need, right

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