Guilt has sedimented in my gut,
Some of it has stuck along the walls,
My wind pipe is choked with sinful soot
And my heart beats the beats of fear
Sea of goodness has flown through my life,
Tiny drops of bad- spilled here and there,
Now the tiny causes great consequences
And I hope the waves will wash away sinned shells
For tomorrow is my judgement day
Are sins like scale where good could outweigh
Or like apples, where one could rot all,
I hope I pray in my own way
To clean my guilty gut and its walls
For tomorrow is my judgement day
~Ajay
Aug 2017
