Sins...

Mom Dad married. They were lovers.
Their love wasn't made for covers.
Dad found work. I was born.
He got busy, their relationship torn.

House would be empty. Mother alone.
She gave me strength, I wasn't prone.
Dad left the house. Mom made a new start.
But her world had already fell apart.

We were alone. Dad had his kins.
I could never forget his Sins.
I would go to school. He watched me daily.
He would stand at a distance, I cared for him barely.

One day he died. I was called for formalities.
I ignored them for I knew his realities.
Mom cried. I was at peace.
My detestation for him would never cease.

Now I have a child. I have a wife.
Mom's no more, my son now my life.
Today me and my wife part. We don't match.
And here my life comes to a catch.

Then I was a son. Now I am a Dad.
My son thinks that with sins I am clad.
I miss my Dad. For me he waited.
I punished him for the Sins he never committed!

By: Payal Chauhan

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Payal Chauhan is pursuing Bachelor's in Economics from University of Delhi. A born orator and loves reading and writing. She has a flair for stage and participates actively in street plays. To read more from her stay tuned...