My guilt: My generation

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

My guilt: My generation

Worried I am, Oh! My son’s son, And your sons too.

The inundation of tears I watch, In you and all, though you’re filled, With riches and your possessions.

Evil doer, I am, Out of my greed you’re ruined, And your generation yet to occur.

For my own sake, I made you barren, Bald I made, even my mother, That’s why she can’t feed you any more, Hence, I regret my intentional deeds.

Oh! Nightingale, I proclaim to you, Toss along the message to them if you live, And safeguard this little sapling, after I exit, Without rest, as I set it on the soil.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

A bottle of water, I only possess, Don’t know, enough or not, will it be, But, eternal love, I will invest in it, To give life to them with this little plant.

Worry not, Behold! My son’s son, your sons too, Alert will I be, right from now.

Drop by drop will I water, When fully grown, become your protector, And save you all from the inundation forever.

Although, evil doer, Now do I realize ‘bout you all, And your generations yet to occur.