Redemption
A paper kite made of tissue
Would have us to each other glued
A glue that would perhaps melt
And have our emotions with each other blend
But before they could blend a further
I have come to hold a sin father!
A sin that is past and beyond redemption
A sin that I will never mention!
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-Samiksya Padhi
Would have us to each other glued
A glue that would perhaps melt
And have our emotions with each other blend
But before they could blend a further
I have come to hold a sin father!
A sin that is past and beyond redemption
A sin that I will never mention!
© All Rights Reserved
-Samiksya Padhi