The Unfamiliar Mortgage

Who mortgaged our precious life
to an unknown cruel destiny?
we pay the high interest by our toil.
This endless disputable loan
will it be end with the death?
Or we have to re-born again and again
for the Redemption of our innocent souls?
Do you think that he will come for our solace
without a prejudice?

To the poetess Ernestine.Northover

poem by Nimal DunuhingaReport problemRelated quotes
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