Poetry is rhythmic flow of intense feelings and thoughts

Sins Won’t Die

Written By: Mohanchand
A sinner wished to wash his sins
In the ever holy river Ganges
He reached the bank to take a dip
His sins fluttered away and sat on trees
When he returned after holy bath
They were waiting back oh his path

The sinner died, in the life maligned
Near the river to flames was consigned
All his sins flew away in the air
Awaiting his birth somewhere
They live in trees or high in the sky
A sinner dies but his sins won’t die

© Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved


  1. Hey there! I just wanted to ask if you ever have any problems with hackers?
    My last blog (wordpress) was hacked and I ended up losing a few months of hard
    work due to no backup. Do you have any methods to protect against hackers?

  2. M.Ali AKbar says:

    MAP Sir l liked it very nice keep going
    May God bless you sir.

  3. hiren dabhi says:

    Nice poetry sir…appreciated your thoughts….

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *


You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>

Total visits: 354,120 — On-line: 0