Innocent Sin

Throbbing hands

Rusty pens,

Sleepy eyes

Lashes die!

The beginning, the end,

Wearing the same.

Divine nature, how obedient,

So tame!

Bare room

Counting claps,

Measuring inner howl. 

Taking thousand naps.

Open sky

Full of stars,

Hues among the clouds

Remind of scars!

Stubborn winter

Gives birth cotton snow,

Long verses;

Lost and aimless.

Seeking for a master to vow.

I know a boat called 'life' 

where people come and go.

Few are genuine,

Later you will know.

My poems are aging

like my shrinking skin

so feeble, so naïve

Tell me-

Will they be pardoned for an innocent sin?

The writer is a student of BRAC University.