Mom! I Repent For The Rest Of Life
Mom!
When my wings were strong and valiant
In fanciful flights into the fantasies of life
I miserably failed to gauge the pain
On your frail quills weakened on our dear cause
Nor could even grasp that i was ever
Both your strength and weakness
And I was dishonestly ignorant of
What you aspired for at the fag end of life
A few precious moments of my proximity every week
As a mild breeze to your sweating soul-
With my limbs now growing weak
I feel guilty to my core
AND REPENT FOR THE REST OF LIFE.
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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