A Poem: Contrition

 Contrition

Standing before all,

Like a decadent tree,

Apologetic, penitent,

Worn out - sans leaves, flowers

Or fruits....a struggling life pushing 

And pulling against myriad forces,

Beyond human control!

In a state of perennial contrition,

The human life filled with countless

Moments of mind wrenching choices,

Denials, discoveries and deviations...

Just as one believes,

That we may have just made it,

We struggle from the beginning,

Like a king who has lost to a pawn,

On the chessboard of lives,

As the Gods play...

And smile sans contrition.

Still we continue to twinkle,

Though it may just be a blink,

In the experience of the cosmos,

That our lives are insufficient,

In the blissful games of the Gods,

Who deny mortals, contrition

And sometimes even compassion,

But why blame those above us for 

Their contrition or lack of it,

Pawns though we might be,

Still have a chance,

To take over kingdoms,

On the intriguing Human chessboard?!

Dr.S.Padmapriya 

10th February 2020