Pale Stamp

Oh, child of remorse and distress,
Enough of the crocodile’s wails in the rain.
The world doesn’t rub a grimaced face with caress,
But smiles at your shadow in disdain.

Oh, child that is undesirable and fruitless,
The universe has forgotten about your existence.
Their tongues tagged you vagabond and rootless,
As their vicious souls render no relief or assistance.

Traverse the path of their bitter tongues,
And that of their smirking faces.
Like a foot threading the rungs,
Ascend to the sky like a sun moves without traces.

Oh, child of fruitless and remorse,
Glow your path like a shining lamp.
Let the all pains and sorrows be divorce,
As the universe repaints your pale stamp.

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