Roaming the unnamed streets of the Old Town

11Jul08

Roaming the unnamed streets of the Old Town,
gazing up the mossy walls,
I knew my words were coated
with the moss of falsity.

Roaming the unnamed streets of the Old Town,
looking down the slimy gutters,
I knew my soul stank and was
full of filth.

Roaming the unnamed streets of the Old Town,
breathing in the air heavy,
I knew my sins were heavier,
the burden of my actions much.

Roaming the unnamed streets of the Old Town,
seeing the innocent people,
I knew my life was a melange of lies,
and deception and chicanery.

Roaming the unnamed streets of the Old Town,
little children playing around,
I saw and knew I was a wolf,
biding my time for the next killing.

Roaming the unnamed streets of the Old Town,
looking up at the deity,
I knew I was tainted, tempted,
a heretic, an object of untold shame.

Roaming the unnamed streets of the Old Town,
standing in the downpour,
feeling the freshness of rain,
smelling the earth sweet,
getting cleansed alongwith everything else,
I knew there was hope,
even for me.

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Tags: Old Town, Religion, Heresy, Temptation, Worldly, Sins, Redemption, Hope