Set foot against the incoming
Wave that washed my feet-
I didn't know until the freshness
Hit me that I too had sins
That needed to be cleaned.
When the waves touch me
To recede. Constantly inviting
Me to erase my footprints,
That lead upto the castle of
Humiliation and defeat.
I comply. But not fully.
I manage to preserve that
One footprint, which only
I could see. An untouched sin..
More like a memory. A hole
In my Soul that needs my
Body to make it complete..
The need for an immoral act,
To keep the prayers alive
And have this life going.