'An Apology to Forebearer' poem by A.Anish

An Apology to Forebearer

Life not abide with me, when

Time pace towards senility.

Apollo nor Adonis bivouac in me,

Like my asset, my consort. 

Insanity ousts maturity, languor

Evicts my lucidity.

Howbeit life lapsed sum, Pith

Is a fool’s paradise, that

Yearns for thee.

I, the disciple of diligence,

The heir of antique, accomplished

The endless toils of life. But

Obscur’d the legacy of life.

Ran behind the Venus, which

Faded thy memories.

Thou treasur’d my childhood, and

Cherish’d my adolescence,

With love, care and condolence.

Everything depleted as my ardor, when

Thou thirst'd for benevolence

Of my career, fooled

Around by deceivers and betrayers,

Inquired me to worship thy urge.

Life matured as a free will,

Steering souped up, bequeath

Thou pride and guilt.

Thy stigma downcast my zeal,

And desolated me from

Thy palms of love.

Thy memories by the virtue

From the past, dramatize

My insight to woe for deeds.

Thou held my hands, and

Cover’d my toils.

Lullabied me in bed of roses,

Despite thy affliction and senility,

Thou cast my life,

With bliss and solace.

Thy part bruised my bosom, like

Fractured wings of fowl.

Tears mourns one by one, for

Sins that I ever made, by

Obliterating the honour bounds and

Ward off thou forth.

Dragg'd me down in a blue funk,

When fate rapped knuckles.

Soul scout for submission

Under the feet of Father,

To defer my deeds, and

Rebound my charm.

Time treated all the griefs,

By the virtue of deity.

Bosom craves to melt with thee.

-A.Anish.