Repenting is more soothing

At my mother’s wilting stage,
I didn’t serve her, nor provided her.
Now I repent.
I repeat it to my father.
I will repent.
Repenting is not compensating.
Repenting yet seems more soothing.
22.05.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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