The Sin Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque
The Sin
The sin made a nest,
Within my very soul way back then,
Excessively sinful I was,
As Stephen in "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man"!
Then ‘time' cleansed me well,
Like a real healer,
A transformed person I turned into,
An enlightened being, so to speak!
The sinner was dead within me,
A humane one started to breathe long since!
Thursday, September 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: sin
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