To sin.

By

Vedika Mittal


Oh pretty sin, you went unseen; 
When I was unhappy, you seemed like a snare,
Staring from the slide of its warren.
But when I was joyously inhuman, you did not line a border! Oh so clever.
You then portray the folly of each of our lives, to show what's grief.
I do apologise for the dishonesty and kneel before the inevitable power of yours.
However, regardless of knowing the consequences, you still are so selfish
Not to allow me a place in the heaven.