The Sin

The Sin

Unrhymed Poetenry

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!

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