eXpressions- Poems

Pardon

I know not, Oh Lord

How many lies escaped my lips

How many words, like poison stings

Have been shot by my tongue

And how many bodies in which

Their veins spread the poison

 from the pierce of these stings

How many faces I punched with my fist

That left a permanent mark on them

how many drops of salty water

I've extracted from damp eyes

Knowingly or unknowingly

With intentions good or bad

I've given woes to different souls

However near, however dear

Pardon me, Oh Lord, for all those deeds

So I shall do it no more