In guilt, I recall my immoral days,
The days spent in insensible ways.
Down into the bottom of hell,
My thoughts did fell.
My soul didn't cry,
Nor eyes felt shy.
How was the immoral blow,
The mind full of evil flow.
In praise to self, I did exalt,
Denying my every single fault.
To save self name and fame,
To others, I did blame.
I was the enemy of my soul,
Avoided it to reach its goal.
To self I called, a perfect,
But, was full of defect.
The immoral days had such a ride,
Where I refused to abide.
Those were the early days of ignorance,
Such days shall never return, I give assurance.
A thoughtful write. Regrets of the past left over tears for present. If one realises the fact, and through positive way sins can be washed away. Beautiful flow of words. Loved reading it.
Those were the early days of ignorance, Such days shall never return, I give assurance... nice lines... God gives full protection for those who give full assurances in prayers and in action for offering no more reaction
Regret of past sins made better not by remorse alone but by positive action now. Wonderful poem, Abdulrazak. Thanks for sharing. Peace
Gaining strength and courage through admitting our faults is a giant step towards recovery in our lives. Seeing and admitting enables self to begin changing, every step no matter how big or little is a step into the future of better times to come. Congratulations on your renewal, may you help and inspire others along the way through your poetry. Poetry is a fantastic healer, touching the soul, taking us on a solo journey of self-realization. Great poem, very inspirational! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
An honest and revealing examination of oneself, we all in our younger years are not the human beings we could be, but that's why we have room to grow and evolve. Wonderful poem, I am happy to have read this work.
Those were the early days of ignorance, Such days shall never return, I give assurance... Many of us can easily connect to such a situation. Well-penned.
Beautiful piece of poetry, well articulated and elegantly penned in good rhyme scheme with spiritual awareness. Thanks for sharing.
Recognizing, rectifying and confessing, thanks a lot sir
Every body goes through this stage in life, some more intense some less some survive and became better a few stayed in there all their lives. Thanks-10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To own a mistake is an incredible step and no one is short on making these. A beautiful poem and I wish you such happiness.