The Repentance Poem by Tirtha Troina

When it rains all night,
I repent for the time being,
Time acts like mystery, it brings past to the future,
I see myself repenting again and again and again, though It's not enough.
Let's drink and get drunk only for a pity,
Though there is none existed,
We live for a time and then time disappears itself.
Let's sing a funny song and then laugh.
Though I repent in thee, and I cried for a pity,
Though there is none ever existed.

The Repentance
30/7/20