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FORGIVE ME ! : A 'ME TOO' CONFESS

The truth beckons to me an urge to make -
My confession - that will purge me of impurity :

That, my unlearn'd deviance has abused her,
And corrupted feminine sacrosanctity;

That, i must bend to her, for i have sin'd,
And for the sacrilege, i must penance not flee;

That, i can feel her soul, and tears that roll
Distress'd by my corrupt impulse wrong'd on thee;

That, i do feel guilty for my bad act
In state too blind to see what i was, and will be;

That, i am not absolute, and can't be
In the ephemeral : Tomorrow i mayn't see;

That, my apology for dishonor 
To her essence be granted from her mercy;

That, my confession be a revolution
To rescue the sapiens, and dying civility;

That, man, woman are un-intrusive one,
And me do i curse for my being so unholy;

That, they both can exist with love and peace,
By respective virtues, and reciprocity;

That, i owe the Movement for the awakening
It for the both has bred, to immortality !!!

                                     -- N P Samal


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