Confessing

I start with the reason, that makes me confess,

A four-year-old but how brave I was,

My body took it and no pain

As the actions on it were meant to be

My Parental negligence and shame,

One of whom would let anything on me

As if I were toad to his career graph

And for the other, I marred all the joys of her life;

So everything is fine in 'life and war',

As I was told to learn;

So when the shame came back to me

My hormones ran rampant,

I took for granted physical privileges

That could be enjoyed over the weak

To everybody's shame, the shameless me was a monster

To the innocent and sweet,

Be it one of mine or anyone else's;

Further, in days to come

I learnt, age no bar,

To slime and shame

Dirty can be the mind, mouth, body and heart,

Reward washes off all the judgements

That is good or better,

So why not do it myself to the privileged

May how deserving or not the person is;

I turned my back or was thought so

In the same way, I saw those without the good judgements do;

When under the desk I was made a pawn

Given the uphill task of raising

With a show of standards so high,

May what be the agony in Authority,

Very well seem impossible if people can find out,

I, with all my grief in my heart, took it on the child.