Crime in My Innocence Age

Mon, 05/17/2021 - 00:47 -- HB Rita

 

 

Playful naughty girl I was an innocent age,

I committed many crimes in my life

But I could only get through 

Because of my innocent age. 

 

One day I jumped on the bed and fell on my father's face

His eyeglass was broken

A piece of glass fell into my father's eyes

Dad hasn't had a vision since that time! 

But I got through that day, only 

Because of my innocent age. 

I was four years old then.

 

Once I stole my mother's expensive clothes 

and gave them to the helpless woman next door

My mother said nothing

Because of my innocent age!

I was seven years old then.

 

Another time, I was angry with my mother and closed the door for two days.

I didn't eat anything 

Mother cried a lot, but I did not open the door

There was a reason to be angry

She was late giving me food after returning from school

What a terrible thing I did that day

But I got over it too, 

Because of my innocent age

I was eight years old then.

 

Today, none of them are surviving 

I remember my parents badly

All the injustices of the innocent age I did;

They hid with care.

I was not innocent that day; I was a criminal

Forgive me Mom and Dad!

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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