I always stood for profanity <br />In these years passed by, I was harsh <br />The axe was tampered with <br />an unconscious branch here, a rotten flower there <br /> <br />So divine was its legend! <br />my legacy had been preserved and, <br />the tree was my friend at times, my first love <br />When 'solitude' was not the right word; <br /> but then… <br /> <br />'divine stupidity! Its disgusting! '-I said <br />I smashed her to smithereens, <br />she, like my enemy warrior, fell <br />and kissed the dust...... <br />beneath my highly held head of 'pure and saturated' ego <br /> <br />ah! here comes an end of a long epic <br />I ended it my way! <br />but then.... <br /> <br />I was suppressed and lonely <br />back to solitude, back to nothingness <br />I chose but not to live <br />for my legacy is no more <br /> <br />'oh lord! '-I pleaded <br />for divinity has never been less stupid <br />'I am disarmed, weak and a mortal; <br />I have lost my history, I am no more <br />but she's immortal, death didn’t kill her <br />for your logic was nothing less than perfect <br />she knows not regret-neither lust nor disgust <br />she's a phoenix-so beautiful are her wings <br /> <br />I regret, I confess <br />I sympethise my dumb old friend, <br />for those thousand blows she went through, <br />I was harsh <br /> <br />I had burnt her house <br />her friends were fried, and I was delighted <br /> <br />my cunning, my malice-set world ablaze <br />But greed-still young and robust, <br />hey, 'immortal' soul! <br />May I be changed? <br /> <br />I await the day of reckoning, <br />the moment of redemption. <br />to regenerate those old days <br />I beseech-may I have pardon?<br /><br />Nithin Pradeep<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confessions-of-a-woodcutter/
